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ritornello · 2 years

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Sleeping Dead thoughts (lots of spoilers)

I’m expecting the books to arrive on Monday but I decided to buy the digital copy of volume 2, which came out yesterday on Renta!. I have to say I prefer Honto’s reading app to Renta!’s web reader but Honto probably isn’t getting it until the end of October.

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The extra at the end of volume 2 is really cute. Mamiya wakes up in Hell, but he’s not sure if he actually died or is just having a dream. Sada appears dressed up as an angel, but he’s a Buddhist so the outfit doesn’t make sense. Mamiya says that if it’s a dream he imagined Sada to look like that, so I guess he thinks of Sada like a guardian angel. It definitely helped take off the edge from how ridiculously bleak the last chapter is.

When I read the final chapter for the first time I assumed that Mamiya killed himself. It was intentionally left kind of vague, but with the experiment failing and Sada re-dying it seemed like he completely lost the will to live, especially after cremating Sada’s corpse. I think by doing the latter he initially planned to follow Sada’s advice to destroy everything and leave, but living without Sada was impossible for him.

Since it was also never revealed who it was that rang the doorbell, I guess we’ll never know if Mamiya committed suicide or was put back in a psych facility by his family. Even he wasn’t sure what happened before the extra, except for the fact that Sada was gone for real, and that being alive would be worse than being dead. The last ten pages of the manga and the callback to volume 1 (when Mamiya was watching Sada play with Monkichi in the garden) was amazing. Mamiya missed Sada so much.

I liked that Mamiya’s final actions were hypocritical to his and Sada’s discussion about loneliness, when he said that he could live “alone” because living in a society and immersing yourself in work doesn’t completely isolate a person. In the end he couldn’t keep to his own word or Sada’s hopes for him to move on.

Speaking of vagueness, there was never a full reveal of what Mamiya looked like without his clothes on. Sada was so great with understanding Mamiya had dealt with a lot of trauma and just goes along with what he requests when it comes to their physical relationship. I loved when Sada did a total 180 about refusing to killing Buta-san after he saw the burn mark and scars on Mamiya. It must have been aggravating for Mamiya to have to hear Sada’s talk about helping him after the incident in highschool, since Sada never knew the extent of what happened, but he still wanted to be a nice guy and look out for Mamiya. And as it turns out, Sada is really trying to be a nice person. During the first half of the series Mamiya took care of Sada’s needs, but as the story progresses their relationship reverses and Sada has to look out for Mamiya’s well-being, even forcing him to eat, bathe and sleep once things really go downhill.

In the end Sada never reciprocated Mamiya’s feelings, so their relationship felt one-sided with a lot of codependency. But I think Sada was genuinely happy when he reacted to Mamiya’s confession of his feelings. Sada said that he preferred being a friend with benefits because it was easier to be a friend than a lover. When Mamiya said he wished Sada liked him the same way, and that Sada could always be with him, that was Sada’s first time being with someone that was a lover. Mamiya also benefitted from this because he got to experience having non-predatory intimacy. So even though there was a lot of incompatibility each one got something out of being together.

My only complaints are saved for a couple redraws for the new release. There’s one page depicting Mamiya at his worst, and in the new version sensei completely omitted one of the arms/temples of his glasses. At first I was thinking “ah cool they’re broken, she made him even more of a mess for the book”….and on the next page the glasses are fine. It really distracts from how emotional the scene is supposed to be. This had to have been one of, if not the worst page in the manga to have an error on. There’s also a chapter cover that looked like a scrapbook polaroid with handwriting on it (something like 2 days 1 night vacation with Mamiya) but the text was removed in the book, so it’s kind of plain in comparison.

Overall I loved reading this manga and it’s definitely become my fave of Asada Nemui’s works. Her character writing is so good that she can use some cliches but make them perfectly fit into the story, like Sada and Mamiya being highschool classmates. My favorite scene in the entire manga was when Mamiya’s sitting in his van and trying to recite what he would say if he ever met Sada again. Even though Sada wasn’t Mamiya’s friend in school that one page reveals so much about how Mamiya felt about him, and in the following scene Sada’s story and everything that happens in the first chapter begins. Everything tied together so well! 💝

I rarely ever write this much about manga, so I hope whoever finds this series enjoys the ride as much as I did 🥹.

#Sleeping Dead #Asada Nemui #spoilers

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onedivinemisfit · 1 year

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2022 Creator’s Self-Love Extravaganza

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works (fics, art, edits, etc.) you’ve created this year and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2022. If you don’t have five published works, that’s fine! Include ideas/drafts/whatever you like that you’ve worked on/thought about, and talk a little about them instead! Remember, this is all about self-love and positive enthusiasm, so fuck the rules if you need to. Have fun, and tag as many fellow creators as you like so they can share the love!

Tagged by @bubblesthemonsterartist tho I daresay I am fashionably late at this point, more than two weeks into the new year. Did I forget? Maaaaybe. Which brings us right to the main problem;

I barely remember. Like. 2022. At all. Things happened, I’m sure, but it’s as if there’s a fine layer of mist atop my memories, stopping me from really seeing them. Last year wasn’t really very kind to me. For every up, three downs followed, and between two failed surgeries, a bout of covid, and then whatever the hell kind of flare happened in the autumn… yeah. Idek. It is what it is.

As such, I can’t really comment on my art as like, a whole process, this year. It just existed in the ‘now’, which is presently the ‘then’. I know I beat my submission record from last year, but it felt like a meaningless victory. Despite everything, I can feel it in my hand now, when I draw, that some progress has been made. Subconsciously perhaps, but it’s there.

Onto the ranking then! (I just had to pull up the archive cuz fuck if I remember what I posted, and when)

*deep sigh* we all saw this coming, didn’t we? As much as I love, I curse this image, for in hindsight it felt as if all my creative energy for the entire damned year went into this one piece! Like how dare! But yes it is one of my best redraws ever, and more so than the characters, I feel like I added to the background something even better than the original. There, I said it.

Omigod this entire thiiiiiing. Were it not for the redraw, this would be the top spot. I can’t explain, so many ideas are left in the brain for countless hours, days, months, YEARS. This was two years in the making, and never before did I manage to recreate something that had the exact same vibe as it looked in my imagination. Especially because I’m not a comic creator, hashtag compulsive disclaimer lol. Also while I was drawing it, seeing people go from “hmmm what’s this?” to “wait is that-?” and then “ooooooh it is the lead-up to The Thing” was priceless.

A last-second outlier comes in third. I admit to making this in a hurry, just to have something really nice to show for december (a month which is usually a highly productive month to me, but 2022 didn’t let me have that either) and as such, since I was struggling, both with a deadline, and a lack of real inspiration, I feel like. I managed to improve, somehow. Call it magic, but this looks noticeably different to many of my other colored pieces.

To be perfectly honest, this was a sketch. People might not think it one, for it has details, a color scheme, and even effects - but at the time I posted it, this was just a colorized sketch in my mind. Tumblr disagreed. And I was left in awe watching this first get reblogged within the fandom, then beyond, then go through a hanfu appreciation blog, and finally reblogged with a truly tender chinese poem attached that said person felt gave them the same vibe as what I had drawn. The people spoke, and I was both awed and humbled, and I learned a valuable lesson in humanity relating to art.

Unlike the others, this was a conscious attempt at something different. I can’t really say why it should go in the fifth spot, but it does; i spent a lot more time than usual on composition, colors, and most importantly, mood setting. And putting characters so solidly into the middleground can be a challenge in itself for me, as I run the risk of getting storybook-ish. Which would’ve been disastrous for a scene like this.

Honorable mention;

Coping through art. @bubblesthemonsterartist has the honor of inspiring this, or like, being the one to “give me” the go-ahead to channel some of my experiences through the characters and story-telling in general. Back pain is something I know all too well, and it was well and truly therapeutic. I also got to do another test of “can I retell this scene, even if I switch part of the cast and premise?” And it seems I did. I will always remember @what-plant-metaphor-am-i ‘s tag; ‘# I feel like I just watched an entire episode XD’ <- never has my inner storyteller been more validated.

There, that wasn’t so hard! Sometimes I’m really thankful for the internet, and timestamps, and kicking my memory back into gear etc… anyway, since I am so woefully late to the party, I’m not tagging anyone specifically; if you wanna be fashionably late too, you know who tagged you~

#2022 self love extravaganza #art meme #self love meme #2022 summary #myart #about the artiste

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recurring-polynya · 2 years

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Writing/Art Update 4/1/2022:

Did I write anything this week? It’s hard to remember. I actually went back and looked at the edit history of my document and I guess I did. This is what I get for not keeping word counts!!!!

I have so many Tattoo Artist AU vibes and I have a Very Good Playlist, but it’s just... really hard to write?? Weirdly, there is a lot of Philosophy and also Rukia’s Zanpakutou Trying To Communicate Thru Metaphors, and I’m just having a lot of trouble saying the things I want to say. I admittedly skipped ahead to the part where Rukia took Renji on Date #1 (he did not know it was a date), Because I Wanted To, which was fun, but it did not exactly get me unstuck. SIGH. It’s like I don’t even know how to write anymore, I don’t know what’s happening to me. [It’s currently 8495, +2480, I know I said I wasn’t gonna! I am full of shit!!]

I finished some HitsuMatsu art for a friend’s birthday, which I think came out very nicely. I also answered... kind of a lot of asks?? I am down to one in the box, very exciting!! (There are actually 11 in the box because I never actually delete old fic requests like I say I do, but there’s only one pending Ask ask).

I have started another Tattoo Artist AU: Soul Society Arc shitpost comic and this one is so shitposty. I’ve done 3 pages of it, and I have two more to go, but I am probably going to redraw the first one. Is this actually helping my drawing? I don’t know. Am I putting in far more effort then I intended to on these? I made a repeating pattern brush so I could color Chad’s shirt, so yes.

#writing update #art update

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ourladylennon · 3 years

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this is a stress rant and also I absolutely have to get these thoughts out of my head and onto something so that I can understand how I'm feeling. so pardon me.

I have some very mixed feelings about my latest tattoo experience and it has been incredibly, astoundingly stressful. For anyone who was interested in how it went.

and after typing out this whole rant and reading it back my advice is: ALWAYS make sure it is exactly what you want. ALWAYS speak up if you don’t.

I have a specific style, as everyone, but the style of tattoo I have is a bit of a niche that can be hard to find: geometric design with dotwork/pointillism/stippling techniques to create shading rather then standard fill in shading. This shading style is incredibly time consuming and taxing for the artist and I've had a lot of trouble finding people who specialize in this (and within my area).

I started with an artist about 3 years ago, whom was new to me but known to be good. Got my appt set up, he drew me an entire sleeve- it was absolutely gorgeous. Went through two sessions and his work is genuinely amazing. Clean. Precise. Detailed. Unique. I didn't vibe with him too great but it was something I kind of put aside. But without explaining the whole fucking mess that became, just know that our artist-client relationship fell through. This left me with only the beginning of my tattoo. The whole ordeal was really stressful and upsetting so I put down the goal of getting it finished to try and recoup. And I just continually hit roadblocks trying to find artists who are good at dotwork and willing to do it. Often times they live in other cities/states/etc. Obviously this involves meeting a new artist, trying to figure out if it's a good fit, driving out for consultations/redoing all that process- s t r e s s. Now with covid, it's even more difficult because almost every artist I've come across that I've considered has closed books. All of them being out of town which is fine because it would be worth it. It's expected.

But after three years of this go around of trying to find someone, I was getting really put out by the process and just wanting to get this thing going. (Mistake #1- or #2 technically cause fucking up w the first artist is where it all started and I do regret it to this day).

A new shop opened IN my town- a miracle!!! I started following an artist whose work I found to be particularly amazing. Clean lines, clean shading, artistic seeming. Didn't see any pointillism, but I just like kept seeing her work and thinking damn that's good. So I decided to reach out and told her this is what I'm looking for, a dotwork sleeve and here are some examples of the style I like. I specifically mentioned this and asked if they'd be interested in working on it because I know that dotwork is not everyone's thing. The artist replied and said they've been wanting to get into and would like to do that (we'll call this mistake #3. Do not assume the artist, even if very good at other things will be good at all things. Do not go to an artist wanting a specific style without having seen their work for THAT style).

At this point I sent over pictures of my current tattoo that we'd be adding onto for reference. In my mind this is what I thought would mean: "I am looking at what you have to see how to incorporate it into a new sleeve design and see how I can create a collaborative piece and mesh the two together." (Mistake #4: that was not the case. Do not assume. Anything. Ever.)

The appt date was relatively quick despite the fact that I figured she'd be booked out for quite some time (red flag #1: not because she wasn't busy. But because this was not a whole lot of time to come up with a design but I figured "Well she knows her capabilities better than I do and she wouldn't suggest it that soon if she weren't sure). In my previous experiences, the artist will send you a proof or have a separate appt to review the design. I never received an email with said design (red flag #2, in my personal opinion. But I thought I was just being...extra? Also just thought, okay I'll see it at the appt and it will be OK, right? <- mistake #5).

I show up, there is no sleeve design. (RED FLAG #3) There are two single mandala tattoos. Outlines only. No shading. I'd also like to say my style is much more geometric fractals than it is mandala. A lot of people find these interchangeable but...they're really much different. (RED. FLAG. #4). I genuinely did not see that coming. Maybe I'm wrong to say, but this was negligent in my opinion and experience. A sleeve design ensures that your finished piece flows, that it works together, you can see the whole picture, modify, etc. Especially with it being an addition to my existing work. Cannot stress how much of a red flag.

I'm wigging out at this point. I don't love them but I want this tattoo. I'm going back and forth thinking, "maybe it's just because the shading isn't filled in I can't picture it." (MISTAKE #6: trust your gut!!!). I tell her OK well I like this about this one and that about that one. She only nods and listens, where I was expecting feedback; perhaps an "OK well we can draw it on" or "I can rework it" etc. She didn't and I am too paralyzed to speak up. (Red flag #4)

Mistake #7: I accept it at this point. I pick between the two. She has to go resize it. I'm having a literal internal freak out and battle. I am someone who DOES NOT know how to speak up for themselves. In any way. EVER. For any reason. At any time. I am a fear based individual, in fact, I am nearly certain I have APD (avoidant personality disorder) and it effects me severely and deeply. To the point that simply speaking to someone can be hard for me.

But my brain was screaming you cannot do this! You aren't sure! This is for life! It's your body!! You HAVE to say something! (RED fucking alert)

She came back with the one design resized and my heart is thumping, my chest is constricting, the throat feels like it's closing. I make myself say it. I tell her I don't think this is what I'm looking for. I literally almost busted into tears trying to say it because I was so fucking terrified and overwhelmed. I've never been in a position where I genuinely wasn't sure whether I liked what I was looking at. She says you don't need to be sorry you should speak up this is your body. So immediately, I lost a lot of tension because of her kindness. I thought she would be angry or rude or upset, just because I'm fearful. She proceeded to kind of go in and shade in with a pencil on the stencil to give me a better idea and apologized that she should have had that prepared. I continue asking questions to assuage my concerns and feel....better....ish. she offers to redraw and reschedule but I went against my gut, gave into my desperacy to continue my sleeve, dismissed my feelings as being just my typical overexertion of fear and did something I NEVER do: turn my back on my instincts. (Mistake. Mistake #8)

She was pleasant and I genuinely enjoyed her, felt comfortable with her which is not something I can say about previous artists and that's a good chunk of why I decided to continue. I liked her, I liked her other work I've seen, I just thought that once the stippling was in that I'd see it was really nice. However, I am laying there and I'm like I do not feel poking, which is literally how dotwork is done. Dot by dot. I'd feel her do the tiniest bit of dot-dot-dot and I'm like OK OK I'm just not paying full attention and missing it. But then I'd hear and feel her shading- standard shading. I'm like why is she using a shading tip? I'm just confused honestly. I'm like I have no idea what the could be for, just assume it's necessary for something I didn't realize. But I can see because I'm laying and my arms at a weird angle.

I finally get a peek while she's pausing and its....not dotwork. It's not dotwork at all, in fact. It's too late at this point in my eyes. It was only partially done but what am I gonna do? Stop her in the middle and have an unfinished tattoo? And then what? (Try to) go to someone else to have them do dotwork and have a half unmatching tattoo? There was nothing I could do. So I resigned and accepted this as the consequences of my actions and ill choices. And that's honestly been the hardest part to deal with: I let this happen to myself because I could not speak up. The only person who could have stopped this was ME. And I could not do it. That's how deeply my issues of fear run. And that is terrifying, pathetic, sad.

I'm not saying I got the world's ugliest tattoo. It's okay. Just okay. In the words of RuPaul, meh. I don't want meh. I want astounding. And I didn't do what I needed to to make that happen or not happen.

I just have been in awe over the fact that I asked for dotwork and the artist expressed no concern over this, literally had my existing tattoo right above where they were working and continued to not emulate that style of shading at all. Most of this is my fault, 90% of it. But there was negligence on the artists side and I genuinely don't think they meant it to be. I just don't think they had enough experience, but they too should have spoke up if they didn't feel they could carry it out. They gave me no inclination that they could not or would not be doing dotwork. At any point. And I do feel upset that I don't think they put in the effort or care to work off my existing tattoo in their design, and in looking back, their design also does not look nearly anything like the designs I gave for example. It was my job to walk away and request a redesign or to cancel and I didn't. So in the end this is on me. And it has been very taxing on my mental state.

To end this shit show: the tattoo I just got costed half of what my first one did, while only having taking the fraction of time as my first and being less then half the size of my first. It is not nearly as clean, it certainly reflects their level of experience. The shop environment was not fantastic: it felt a bit like as if I had walked into a chain restaurant...but a tattoo shop. There were no private rooms, there were no tattoo chairs. They were literal stools and that's not...not professional or normal. And I chose to continue.

I'm faced with some really tough decisions moving forward. I am at least thankful it is relatively small ish and wraps towards my inner arm which makes it less visible. But I'm at a crossroads of whether I go through the whole mess of trying to find a FOURTH artist to try and finish my sleeve the way it was meant to be finished (dotwork, whole sleeve design etc) and make the best of it at the risk of having a fucking patchwork arm. Or I continue to work with this artist and see the design through myself (literally design it myself which I didn't want to do but it doesn't appear that I should leave this to them), so that at least the remainder of my arm is consistent shading and work.

And because I've made it sound like the tattoo is atrocious, be assured it's not trash by any means. It's just not what I wanted. Big sis learned a big lesson.

(the immediate center is bothering me the most. But I think it can be altered. Nonetheless. The skill/experience level shows, unfortunately. And you can certainly see the difference between the stipple shading on my first tattoo and the regular shading on the new one.)

I am trying to be positive and that's all I can do. I accept the results and I think it can be fixed to a certain extent, and I can only hope as I move forward that I make the right decision and that the end product is something I enjoy.

#aye aye aye children #it was a big lesson is all i can say #genuinely helped to get all this out #i was able to identify my biggest stressor of this whole experience which is a disappointment in myself first and foremost #but i have hope #and it will be okay #as my dear anon reminded me tis but a bump in the road #sorry for the huge ass rant but i have been having the worst anxiety over it and i do feel a lot better #and i am glad to get this off my chest and move on #it's like a resolution to move forward now #deep breath! :-)

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thechaoticfanartist · 3 years

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Second art Masterlist since the other one got too long

Ahsoka + Pomegranate Sorbert

Cloaked Obi-Wans

Undertale Asriel

Victory And Death

Sith Grim, Anakin, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan

Grim Letting Go

[TBB Clone Spoiler]

Clone OC x Jedi OC Cuddles

Grim Killing Obi-Wan

Grim Afraid Of Cody

Anakin + I Don’t Like Sand

“Call me Jedi just as you have. It’s a nice reminder that we’re not all gone.” - Grim

Obi-Wan & Grim Being Mistaken For Father And Daughter

Updated Grim Reference Sheet

Fred & George Weasley

Black Widow

Undyne Face

Grim & Cody Shenanigans

How Anakin Really Lost His Legs

Grim Doesn’t Like Short Jokes (Sequel to How Anakin Really Lost His Legs

Waterfall Statue Undertale

Grimsoka Hurt/Comfort

Grim Has The Trauma Hair (Clone Wars Art Style)

What If Maul Cut Off Obi-Wan’s Padawan Braid?

Draw 25 Meme With Grim

Grim Was Happy Once

Grim’s Lightsaber Doodles

Dancing Padmé

Black & White Grim

Determined Tamohara ( @zeldaiscool19 ’s oc)

Nothing Left To Lose || Anakin vs Grim || Animatic

Rebel Grim looking at a photo of the past

Grim & Maul game nights

Nothing to see here just Grim and a Battle Droid having a conversation

Grim has been impaled

Anakin vs Grim

Grim fleeing from the clones during Order 66

Grim running away from Cody as he tries to make her wear armor

The leaders of the 212th everyone

Grim drinking some coffee

Obi-Wan finds out his padawans are depressed

Big Brother I’m Just Like You || Anakin and Grim Animatic

Undercover Grimsoka Dance

Short Grim In Order 66 Animation

Grimsoka Hug

Grim & Tamohara ( @zeldaiscool19’s oc) hug

Obi-Wan & Grim Angst

Rebel Grim And Order 66

Galaxytale Introduction

Sleepy Anakin

Siblings <3 Asriel & Chara (Undertale)

Vader Study

Rebel Ahsoka Studies

Various Jedi Studies

Cody & Rex + Grimsoka Comic

Angry Beaten Up Grim

Cody At Hogwarts

Luna Lovegood As A Jedi

Grimsoka First Kiss Concept

Hurt Grimsoka

Order 66 Never Happens Grimsoka

Sad Asriel (Undertale)

Ahsoka Practice

Grim In The Style Of Forces Of Destiny 1

Grim In The Style Of Forces Of Destiny 2

“Hydrate Or Die Straight” Grim & Obi-Wan Comic

Galaxytale: Undyne vs Anakin

Grim & Shaak Ti

Grim In Moonlight

Grim & Barriss Having A Gay Awakening

Barrissoka Sketch

Grim & Quinlan

Grim Jar’Kai

Frisk Despite Everything It’s Still You (Undertale)

Overprotective Grim

Grim On Space Twitter

Grimsoka Kiss Interrupted

Padmé Practice

Grim Muscle Practice

Injured Grim Doodles

Sith Obi-Wan Re-Draw

Grimsoka Meme

Obi-Wan Tells A Joke And Grim Is Unamused

Obi-Wan And Grim Bickering

Clone OC Blanket

Grim And Yoda

Ventress & Grim On The Run

Grim Dragging Obi-Wan & Cody

Grim Got Captured By Maul Again

Ahsoka In Armor Redesigns

My Late Mother And Toriel Baking Pie (Undertale)

Riyo Chuchi Art Request

Ahsoka In Armor (Design By @mandomydad)

Chosen One Grim & Palpatine

Chosen One Grim Sass

Chosen One Grim Lesbian Panic

Retro Anime Grim

Obi-Wan & Yoda Revenge Of The Sith Redraw

Burning Despair (Anakin)

Undyne With Spear Behind Her Back (Undertale)

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sharpen-jadescythe · 4 years

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Some notes about Sharpy’s facial features

I meander for a while about drawing facial features, my novice sketching process, and the best drawn male eyes I’ve ever seen.

For fun, and because he is so adorable (sigh, I can’t trick anyone into thinking I’m not a girl gamer for five seconds--not that I want to but it’s pretty funny that I couldn’t for the life of me do it, oh well), I wanted to point out some things about this sketch (and a few Sharpen sketches I’ve done so far). I’m sure that others do this as well... To make Sharpen more unique and seem like an individual, I’ve placed some tell-tale features in every art of him that I do.

Curl in left eyebrow

“Elvis” curl at his hairline, helps make him seem playful and even himbo-ish, since that’s his personality

And I can’t explain it but the imperfect hair makes him seem more approachable, like any one of us

Tiny scar on his top lip on the left side. I haven’t decided headcanon for that scar yet; it’s just something that I really wanted to do. I think my pencil slipped once and I was like ‘Yaaaas, don’t change that!’

Square-ish forehead. You see the lines there as he turns his head

Some musculature over the eyes

Extremely careful little dots in specific places to indicate more musculature on face. Getting annoyed and erasing the dot and putting it back a milimeter further out is like... WHY do I do it? But I keep doing it, I want them

Lightly defined, high cheekbones (Trixany’s are so strong, I had to really train myself out of giving him super stand-out ones)

Boxier eyes... they do not at all resemble the original inspiration for these eyes when I started sketching him, but I maintained a little of the ‘mystery’ of unusual eyes and strong lashes on a guy (see more below)

Eyes set wide apart

Together, the larger, wide-set eyes give him a kind of baby face? That happened on its own, it wasn’t planned. Sometimes I can see the lil’ Gerber baby in there

A little divot at the top lining of his ears

What else... Well, Tumblr is here to let us indulge in our art and our creativity. I guess I just wanted to say I like how small details like these work together, almost as a unique fingerprint, to keep your character, especially their face, looking like... well, themselves.

Just curious--anyone out there want me to draw Sharpen in a specific setting? I’m getting better at it; I think I can take on a request, though I’m kind of intimidated. I don’t think I’ll do commissions at any point in time. But a prompt for sketching practice? Hell yeah.

These art pieces take me a really long time to do, but the way. I’ll outline something then get kind of exhausted or this uneasy feeling? Like I’m not sure if I really want this, or if it’s right? If it does feel right, then I’ll come back weeks later when I have free time, and at that point, sit for hours sketching and filling in everything else.

Then I get mad when all the little nuances I put on paper get lost when you scan... anyway.

Hope you guys are enjoying it!

Image source: Basilisk Wiki

Okay so I almost forgot--these are the prettiest, coolest eyes I’ve ever seen on a male character, ever. EVER. Obviously, I didn’t re-create these all the way (and not really at all) for Sharpen, but I did go with a boxier style, rather than completely round almond eyes. Gennosuke’s eyes were actually central to the plot of Basilisk, I found out later. Here’s another great pic of Gennosuke--now this wallpaper is badass. I remember I had this one for a long time; it was too, too perfect.

Now that’s the power of detail. Yes, there’s a sword and it shines and it’s at the heart of the picture. But the only thing you need, the only thing that matters in this entire artwork are actually those eyes. Blue and white coloring throughout, but then wow, those golden eyes. And the gold isn’t what does it really, it’s the powerful dark lashes that encircle them more like calligraphy, the eyebrows that unite with those... less human, more wild. The man is practically a tiger. That’s the kind of ferocity you’re hit with, the kind of wonder you’re filled with here.

Image source: hip wallpaper website

Someone also clearly sat down and thought about how breathtaking it is when you’re right across the table from a guy with eyelashes longer than yours and then you feel that stab of jealousy, along with admiration. Sounds odd, but I think some folks out there know exactly what I mean...

It’s that split second before the instant crush happens. I try to make Sharpy’s eyes do that penetrating ‘instant crush’ thing whenever I draw him. Less because it’s sexy, more because it’s... personal? This is hard to explain. But it feels like he’s having a conversation with you and it’s okay that you’re there with him. He expects you to respond and participate; he thinks he’s your friend. I believe I draw Trixany’s eyes the same way if she’s not posed doing something over-the-top. If she’s just relaxing and sharing herself with you, then it’s a friendly, loving gaze.

The gym t-shirt sketch is the first time I didn’t make Sharpy ‘penetrate the camera’ as they say. It was hard not to redraw it so that he was... decided he was looking in the mirror or something instead.

When I look at Sharpen’s sketch at the very top of this post, I keep wanting him to stop looking elsewhere and look right at me. Right at the viewer. What a cool effect that is. What is that? I don’t know if it’s the context of the other drawings or what. Well, it’s not some magical work of art, only something curious I noticed.

Okay, I could ramble forever. I like art and I like to write so that’s a super-intense combination. I’d love for other artists on here to talk about their process, actually write it out and blather on creatively like I just did. It’s fun. And you learn about somebody’s personality too.

Yes, it’s definitely nice to talk about sketching and the special rainbow of things that go into it sometimes.

Tah!

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malecsecretsanta · 4 years

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Merry Christmas, @ladymatt!

*****

Take me to dinner first

Magnus Bane had taken a trip with some of his friends to Las Vegas and, while they had retired earlier, he’d stayed out, getting steadily drunker. The casino, Devil’s Snare, was a downworld place, so he had no reason to hide himself. Even better, shadowhunters were a rare sight. In his drunk state, he’d gambled a little; won some, lost some…won big. He would be thankful the fey didn’t rule the casino if he had enough mind to.

Eventually, he took a break in the fancy lounge, cocktail in front of him and some actually good music playing above him. He was still drunk, but not in the way that would have him flying carpets or flirting with a dinner plate. Ah, good times with his friends, even if one of them was a grumpy cabbage. He was about to take a sip of his drink when three black-clad figures entered the room.

Shadowhunters.

They always had a knack of spoiling the atmosphere, even if they were usually rather attractive. All young, one female and two males. The girl strode through the room seeming to lead the boys, one of which guided the second one after her. He found himself staring a little at the one being guided; he had dark hair and was quite tall. On closer inspection, he had the most gorgeous blue eyes.

This was how he found himself suddenly with the girl in front of him; he hadn’t noticed that she had stopped at his table. Ah, he recognised her. Isabelle Lightwood. Party crasher.

“Magnus Bane! Thank the Angel for a familiar face. Look, I know this is a bit of an unreasonable request, but we don’t have time to come up with a better plan. My brother’s drink was spiked by something and we’ve just received a call, an emergency demon hunting. Can you look after him? I know you’re trustworthy, which is why we came to you. We’ll pay you afterwards, we just need to go now,” Isabelle explained.

Magnus blinked at her and looked over at the unsteady young man. He shrugged and gestured for her to sit him down at his table. The young man protested a bit, but it was clear he was in no fit state and finally calmed after listening to his sister. The blond one gave him a look before the two dashed off to play hero.

He turned his attention back to the shadowhunter in front of him, stirring his drink absently. Those blue eyes were staring back at him; no haughty glare he would expect from Nephilim, no suspicion, just…dazed curiosity. Of course, the substance in his system could be preventing him from a usual hostility, but he didn’t care to think too hard. He couldn’t, really, being hazy himself.

“Something the matter, darling?” He asked, wondering exactly how far gone the young man was.

Eyes blinking, embarrassment and a blush filled his face as he looked away, becoming fidgety. It was both awkward and cute, and Magnus never thought he’d think those words about a shadowhunter. Ever. He sipped his drink and didn’t expect anything, but he got it anyway.

“You’re…pretty. Handsome! Sorry. Handsome.”

Magnus smirked, putting his drink down before stretching his arms out a little cat-like before clasping his hands in front of him, leaning forward.

“You can call me pretty anytime, darling,” Magnus practically purred. He hadn’t been expecting such words coming from the other man. Perhaps his addled mind was deceiving him.

“Okay. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to stare. You’re pretty. I’m sorry, Im-I’m messed—fuzzy. Bothering you, I should-should go—”

Alec started to get up and somehow managed not to be too ungraceful about it. Stupid shadowhunter runes, Magnus supposed. He downed his drink before refilling it with magic and downing it again. He was nothing if not a good host. He might as well stoop further to the young man’s level. Speaking of which, he was staring at Magnus’ hands with a dazed expression again. He could have sworn he heard a mumbled ‘pretty’. Maybe not all shadowhunters were terrible.

He stood up, knocking his chair over, and walked over to the tall shadowhunter. Only a little shorter than himself.

“Well, darling, what is your name? I could just call you pretty boy. I will anyway, there’s no lies here!” Magnus stated with flare.

“Al-Alec.”

“Well, Al-Alec, I’m Magnus and we’re going to have some fun.”

He watched the man’s eyes widen and his cheeks redden and he couldn’t help giggling. Looping an arm in Alec’s, he pulled him along. He didn’t have any particular direction at the moment; he simply took him through the building, calculating what to do with him.

They ended up at the slots and Magnus put the coins in while his new companion pulled the levers. Cherry, cherry, cherry. Did he have luck runes on? He had read the Gray Book but couldn’t recall what was in it. Strength…stabby. Oh well. He showed Alec the poker tables then. Alec was a terrible player; his poker face needed serious work for a shadowhunter. Three games and three losses.

“How about one more round? Winner takes all…plus double. Loser pays that double.”

“Gentlemen, I believe we are—” Magnus started. He doubted the shadowhunter had anymore money.

“Yes. One more. Okay.”

Well, he couldn’t call the shadowhunter a quitter. Stubborn like the rest of them. Magnus watched Alec’s terrible poker face once again as he made it obvious that his cards were awful, but still stayed all in.

“Straight flush,” the competitor revealed.

Alec looked put out before placing his cards down. “Royal flush.”

Colour him surprised, but Magnus was gleeful as he watched the wolves growl and push the winnings over to Alec, plus the double, muttering about rotten luck and poker faces. Magnus helped him over to the Madam who would cash in the winnings.

“Well, darling, you are a wonder! Was that all planned?”

“Uh, um, I guess. It’s easier if they underestimate you.”

“We are going to celebrate. Champagne? Whiskey? Cocktails?”

“Don’t mind.”

“Cocktails it is.”

Magnus ordered two sex on the beaches, one stronger for himself. He was missing the buzz. The good thing about this establishment was that it was large and had a lot to offer. Swimming was out; drunk swimming was a disaster. Karaoke! He wanted to hear Alec’s deep voice in song.

It would be a good night

Blinking his eyes open, Alec groaned; his mouth was dry, his head felt fuzzy and his cheek felt warm. He took a few moments to get his bearings, trying to figure out what was going on. He was lying down, though his pillow wasn’t soft like it should be, though it wasn’t uncomfortable either. He was topless…that was strange. Wait, his pillow seemed to be moving!

Alec shot up onto his hands, realising there was a half-naked man underneath him and they were in a large, rather fancy bed. His heart beat fast as he looked down in a mixture of confusion and mild terror. What in Raziel’s name was going on?

“Hello Sleeping Beauty.”

His eyes darted to the stranger’s face; ruffled, highlighted hair and cat eyes, handsome. That wasn’t important! He needed to find out what had happened.

“Where…why am…what are…”

He couldn’t get the words out.

“We were drunk, darling. I’m still piecing the puzzle together myself. I just need to sit up and drink a potion…would you be a doll?”

Alec rolled off him like he was burnt, covers dragged up to his chest. This was like some nightmare…no, no. If Alec was honest with himself, this was more like one of his lonely dreams. Ah. That was what this was.

“Just a dream.”

“’Fraid not, Shadowhunter. We’re very much real.”

He watched as the man sat up and conjured a potion bottle in a whisp of blue magic. He looked over at Alec, making him swallow. “Will you be needing one? For the memory, darling.”

Alec shook his head mutely. “I just…need my stele…memory rune.”

The man gave him a brilliant smile, maybe more like a smirk. “Of course, darling.”

He watched as the other man downed the small bottle before snapping it away. He snapped again and handed him his stele. Alec sat up, still convinced that this was a dream. He put the stele to a spot under his ribs where the silver of the faded Recall rune lay and put it to the skin, redrawing it. He put his stele to the side and lay back, focusing on the memories.

“Marry me,” Alec slurred.

Magnus giggled and slung his arm around him. “Gotta buy me dinner first.”

“Okay.”

Alec was clearly lost in how to get to the restaurant, so Magnus led him. There were so many foods he had never tried and that was ignoring the foods that he couldn’t eat as they were downworld-specific. They chose a few items and shared them, Magnus giggling and saying they felt like a real couple now and Alec spending most of the time spluttering and red-faced. Alec was pretty sure he was seeing double when the bill came; there were more digits added in his haze, but Magnus paid for it. Much to his protest. Wasn’t it supposed to be his treat?

But Magnus pulled him along from place to place; someone fitted him with a nice suit before he had to get into it and waited. Oh yeah. They were getting married. Handsome men didn’t just agree to marry him, so he knew he was dreaming. Therefore, he had asked Magnus to marry him.

The minstrel guy was a warlock with horns and purple eyes. Not as pretty as Magnus’, it would turn out that he said that out loud. Oops. He held Magnus’ hands, smiling at him. He had rings on his fingers, luckily none on the ring finger he’d read about in mundane books. Alec had only worn his Lightwood family ring on his right hand.

“Do you Magnus Bane take Alexander Gideon Lightwood to be your husband?” The minstrel asked.

“I do! Alexander, your middle name is Gideon?!”

Alec gestured for the minstrel to continue.

“Do you Alexander Gideon Lightwood take Magnus Bane to be your husband?”

“I do.”

“It is time to exchange rings and make your vows.”

Alec took the ring and placed it onto Magnus’ left ring finger. “I will stab anyone who tries to hurt you. With an arrow or with a dagger. I’ll protect you.”

Magnus giggled as he slid a ring on Alec’s finger too. “I’ll keep you safe, darling, and turn anyone who hurts you into a frog!”

“I now pronounce you both husbands. You may kiss.”

He leant in shyly, but Magnus took his face between his hands and kissed him. There was little elegance, but his lips were soft and his hands found Magnus’ waist, pulling him closer as he kissed his husband back. Magnus’ hands slid down until they clutched Alec’s waist.

“I have a private room, darling.”

Magnus watched Alec as the young man had his eyes closed, remembering the events of the night before. Of all of the things he had done whilst drunk, this was the most absurd. And he’d flirted with a plate and ridden a flying carpet before! He had been drunk enough to think drinking more had been a good idea, but it wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened. He hadn’t murdered anyone or stolen anything, hurt anyone.

“So, uh…”

He smiled at the shadowhunter; this was beyond anything he could have imagined doing, he could tell. Shadowhunters seemed to be very strict and to the book, though some were a little bit rebellious, one way or another. He put his hand on his shoulder in a gesture of comfort, because while he might find this situation a little funny, he knew the shadowhunter must be conflicted. Not that being married to a shadowhunter was something he would have ever foreseen or, perhaps, soberly chosen, but he chose to see the funny side.

“Such a passionate lover, Mr. Lightwood…well, Lightwood-Bane, now.”

Eyes like deer in headlights.

“I am kidding; you kissed down my chest and fell asleep before anything more sexual could happen, relax. You did not sully yourself with a downworlder quite that badly, I assure you,” Magnus said with a smirk.

“Uh…it’s not…if you were a…shadowhunter, no different…”

Eloquent. The young man was shy. He didn’t seem to have the haughty arrogance of his blond brother, so he’d perhaps cut him a little slack.

“If I were a shadowhunter, darling, I would have been de-runed and disowned years ago; I would have scandalised them from day one.”

It seemed Alec agreed with him, nodding. But there was a smile on his face, so he took that as approval.

Then he seemed to return to being embarrassed and Magnus had no problem laying there, watching him. He wasn’t exactly a huge fan of the shadowhunters, but this one seemed a bit different.

“…What do we do?” Alec asked.

“First, darling, we sleep more. It’s only 7am, far too early for a man of my delicate nature,” Magnus said.

“But—”

“I won’t keep you, but you look about ready to fall asleep yourself,” Magnus said.

He was right of course, even if the shadowhunter huffed a little. He turned onto his side and looked at him.

“I don’t suppose you’d let me use you as a pillow this time, husband?” Magnus asked. He didn’t expect a yes, but the redness in his face was worth it.

To his surprise, Alec nodded, still looking rather shocked.

Alec couldn’t believe that the handsome man he’d accidentally married wanted to…cuddle…of all things. He wasn’t really a cuddler and yet he found himself nodding. It wasn’t like they were going to stay like this and, once it was all settled, he doubted he’d see him again. He knew he wasn’t destined to be happy with a person he was attracted to, so was it wrong to…at least…pretend…for a little while?

He found himself wrapping his arms around him and closing his eyes. If he slept at all, it wasn’t for long. Something woke him and he blinked his eyes open, realising Magnus was chuckling, rubbing his arm.

“Hn?”

“Enjoying yourself?”

Alec was confused, until he realised where his hand was and moved it away like he’d been scalded, murmuring quick apologies.

“No need to apologise; it was quite enjoyable.”

As much as Alec felt surprisingly comfortable, he knew he needed to find his siblings. He wasn’t even sure where they would be and whether or not they completed their mission. He had supposed to be on it, but he must have ingested something that turned him loopy.

“I need to find my siblings,” Alec said.

Magnus moved off of him slowly and he felt a little disappointed, but he stood up, quickly finding his top. He felt a tingling and turned to see him dressed. His outfit was as outrageous as he was and yet, he didn’t dislike it.

“Fresh and ready, darling. Shall we go?”

“We…go?” Alec blinked.

“Technically, they’re my brother and sister-in-law now. Isabelle and James, right?”

“Jace. I guess.”

Alec dreaded to think about what his siblings would say, but there was nothing really to do; he had to sort this situation out as well, so it was better to not split up. They went searching, but they weren’t in their rooms, so he went down to the breakfast hall. They were there. He walked over and sat opposite them, their faces concerned.

“Where did you go?” Izzy asked. “We couldn’t find you…we searched everywhere!”

Jace glared at Magnus. “You were supposed to keep an eye on him; what did you do?”

Magnus simply shrugged and sat down too. “You’re the ones who asked a drunk warlock to watch over him, blondie; it’s bound to end in shenanigans.”

Alec blushed and tried to figure out how to address the issue at hand; he didn’t think there was any good way to do it.

“You didn’t seem drunk,” Izzy said sheepishly, looking at her brother. “I’m sorry, we had no other choice; he was the only person I recognised.”

“It’s fine, he took care of me,” Alec said.

A plate of food appeared in front of him and he looked at Magnus in surprise before murmuring a thanks, tucking in. After some silence, he looked up and realised his siblings were looking at him.

“What?”

“You’re awfully chummy,” Izzy said.

“Uh, what? We’re not—”

Magnus put an arm around his shoulders and squeezed. “We got drunk and married, then slept together. We bonded.”

“—Just sleeping,” he added quickly.

Silence fell while Alec hid his face in his hands; he wasn’t upset, it needed to be told, but it was still embarrassing. But putting his face in his hands was clearly a mistake as Izzy pulled his left hand towards her.

“Oh, Raziel! Alec, if I’d known you’d get that friendly with Magnus, I would have found someone else. I want you to get out there, but not that fast, Alec!” Izzy said.

Meanwhile, Jace was glaring at Magnus.

“We were both drunk, it was no one’s fault,” Alec said, trying to calm them down.

“Besides, we’ll meet with the minister and get this annulled. Happy ending,” Magnus said cheerfully.

“Not long eighteen and already a divorcee, brother,” Izzy chuckled.

“Annulment makes it a little different, darling. Like it never happened. Are you ready, darling?” Magnus asked.

“You’re going to have to at least give it a try first and if it doesn’t work, we’ll grant the annulment,” the minister said.

Magnus sighed; it was like something out of that Vegas movie with Cameron and Ashton something. Still, he could think of worse people to be stuck with and a handsome young man wasn’t one of them. He doubted the shadowhunter was going to be all that impressed.

“How long?” Alec asked.

“We’ll re-evaluate this case 15th January.”

Magnus dragged Alec out and sighed. “Sorry, darling, looks like you’re stuck with me for a few months.”

“It’s okay…it’s, uh, you I feel sorry for. I’m not exactly exciting.”

“You don’t seem boring to me; you haven’t once degraded my being a downworlder,” Magnus said.

“I just don’t see why that would be a problem; you’re a person t—”

Magnus couldn’t help himself, he swooped in and kissed him on the lips, pulling back with a smirk.

“Keep up that talk, sweetcheeks, and we’re going to need my room again,” Magnus purred before leading a red-faced Alec towards the lounge area where Jake looked bored and Isabelle was looking at her phone. “We’re back, did you miss us? Slight hitch—ha, pun unintended—we have to wait until the 15th January to get this annulled. Something about giving the marriage a try first.”

Magnus tuned out the noise coming from Jake, even Isabelle was perplexed, instead admiring his glittery purple nails with an outlined heart on them. Shadowhunters. Always so determined to get angry about everything. Then he looked at his sheepish ‘husband’, who seemed to break the mold of what he knew about his people. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

Magnus had thought too soon; while Alexander wasn’t a problematic housemate, he wasn’t without issue. He found himself worrying sometimes, especially after that one time he came home caked in blood. Alexander being who he was, tried to play it off as nothing before he stumbled. He wasn’t supposed to care this much, but Magnus had never been good at not caring about people, he was just good at hiding it.

So when his hot warrior husband stumbled into his Halloween party, gear torn up, bloodied alongside his siblings, Magnus naturally got them to the guest room quickly. Nothing too major, but they needed a little warlock TLC. After that, some tough love ie. demand they take a shower.

Needless to say, he took a long swig of his drink after that. His guests weren’t perturbed; some of them even snickered, which he rolled his eyes at. He watched as James and Isabelle made their way through the party, ending up talking to Clary and her friend Simon. He wasn’t sure how they’d found their way here, but he wasn’t a babysitter and Halloween disguised any of his guests who felt no need for glamours.

Magnus walked into the guest room; Alec’s room, for the time being, spotting him in there with a book. He leant against the door frame.

“Is my party that dull?”

“I’m…not really into parties.”

Magnus noticed Alec’s eyes were on him, taking in his skimpy outfit. Modern day Beetlejuice, except prettier and more glittery. He swayed his hips as he stepped towards him, hem of the tight trousers dangerously low, until he stood in front of a now wide-eyed Alec. He sat down next to him.

“Are you ok, sweetcheeks?” Magnus asked.

Alec laughed at his nickname before blushing even more. He was terribly adorable.

“I am…Magnus, I, uh, I was wondering…can we try this out? I mean, dating. I like you, I’d like to…take you out to dinner, properly,” Alec said.

Magnus reached over and kissed his cheek. “Yes, that would be just fine. May I kiss you, Alexander? Properly?”

Alec didn’t answer, he simply turned and kissed him, unpractised, but charming all the same.

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drferox · 5 years

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Pet Insurance

To be honest, I'm not totally convinced with this whole 'Pet Insurance' thing.

It certainly exists, and it's becoming increasingly common, but it's not exactly a good product and it's getting harder to recommend to my pet owning clients, as well as a general pain in the patootie to get money of sometimes. I have to say, I'm becoming increasingly disappointed and disillusioned with it.

I got curious the other day and looked up what it would cost me to get Accident & Illness cover for Trash Bag. No preventative care (it's cheap enough for me anyway as I can do a lot myself), just for sicknesses and illnesses. He's a 2yo neutered male, indoor only cat. He's a really low risk cat, and that's a quote without pouring through his medical history or pre-existing conditions. Even though any issues he'd had before taking out insurance would have been automatically excluded.

And it's still about $600 for the year, with only reimbursing 75% of the bills back, with no excess. What that means in real terms is that I'd have to have a $1200 vet bill in order for me to break even with pet insurance.

That would be plausible, with the median sort of 'expensive' vet bill for a stay at a 24 hour clinic or major surgery being around $3k, but the odds of that actually happening for me are extremely unlikely at his age.

Now, it might be a good deal, if I could expect to have that rate for his entire life. But that isn't going to happen.

Pet Insurance in Australia will guarantee 'lifetime cover' but what that means is not that you're paying this rate for the animal's entire life, but that they will give you a new offer of cover every year and it's up to you to accept it. They can't stop covering my cat, but they can make it more expensive every year so maybe I'll stop covering my cat. If they don't want to cover me, they will make me an offer they hope I will refuse.

Let's say I have a lot of small claims. The insurer might amend their letter of offer to include a $100 excess. That means I have to pay the first $100 of any vet bill on my own, and now they reimburse me 75% of the rest. So for a $100 vet bill, I can't claim anything. For a $200 vet bill, I get $75 back, and I'm still paying at least $600 a year at this point. Now I need a $1500 vet bill to break even.

They may also limit the amount payable for certain types of things. For example, a lot of the Australian policies have a $300 annual limit on consultation fees. In practice that translates to about 5 consults with a general practice vet, or two with a specialist. That's not a whole lot if you've got a pet with something chronic.

Tick paralysis and cruciate ligament injury have annual limits to their payouts too, and they're not quite what these things would really cost to treat.

And to add to the deception, some insurers will exclude bilateral conditions. If your pet had a sore eye one year, they may exclude all eye conditions going forward, even if they're not related, and even for the unaffected eye. Sometimes they will exclude unrelated conditions for the same organ system. Demodex as a puppy? Wont cover skin allergies now.

Pet insurance works like a bet. You're betting that your pet will get sick, and the insurer is betting that it wont. If you win, you get paid out.

But if the insurer doesn't like those odds, they change them, or they change the rules for the payout. They're not going to lose, they're going to change the rules to make sure of it, and you either agree to their terms or you stop playing.

So how do they make you stop playing?

The insurer is entitled to increase the cost of the pet insurance policy each year, based on the age of the pet and previous claims. Or they can increase the excess you pay for each claim. Or they can exclude covering conditions that you've claimed for in the past.

Progressively, it gets more and more expensive to cover your pet for less and less, and this is something veterinarians are progressively less happy about.

Now, if we were talking about a car and not a cat, you could take your quote and shop around for a better deal. But the catch with pet insurance is that if you switch providers, then suddenly everything you've ever claimed for, or that appeared in the medical history, now counts as a pre-existing condition and wont be covered. You lose coverage by switching providers, and probably don't save all that much.

Oh, there is, to my current knowledge, only two insurance underwriters for pet insurance in Australia right now. So of the 200 or so brands out there, 199 are actually all written by the same mob. Because that's not ripe for corruption at all...

Every 12 months, the insurer can review and change your premiums, excess, excluded conditions and rebate rate.

And unlike human health insurance where you scan a card, the total comes off your bill, and you pay the rest, with pet insurance you're still paying the vet clinic everything up front, and then get money back after your claim is processed, which may be a few months.

Pet insurance companies are really trying not to pay out, they want to make money, not give it away.

This makes writing medical histories a little bit tricky, because it's not vets reviewing the history to decide what they will and wont pay out on. If the insurance employee doesn't know what pemphigus folleaceous is, they might decide not to pay out. Then I have to call them up, request a review, talk it through, or send more documentation to explain what's going on.

Pet Insurance requests, demands, access to the pet's medical history. It's not like human insurance where they just see an itemized invoice. And this makes vets not entirely happy about handing over medical histories all the time when client's money is at stake. Especially when any potential mention of a vaccine preventable illness gets the whole claim thrown out, even if it's in the differentials list and not the final diagnosis.

So pet insurance is nice to have if you end up with a single, large vet bill, but it's not so helpful for chronic conditions, and you still need access to that cash BEFORE you get any back.

So, honestly, it just wouldn't work for me, and I'm a vet.

The point I would like to get to, other than Pet Insurance in general needing to be better regulated and honestly a bit of a gamble, is that is can't be used as a solution to everyone's problem, especially after a pet is already sick. You still need cash to pay the bills up front, even with pet insurance.

There are other options besides pet insurance. I can never recommend against it, but I do recommend people understand what they're signing up for, and as long as they've got some sort of plan in place for paying vet bills that's okay.

Popular in my area is just using a mortgage redraw facility. With these home loans you can pay extra into your mortgage each week/fortnight/month and it counts against the interest you pay, as a method to pay it down early. But because it's being paid 'early' you can withdraw the extra funds again if you need them, such as for a vet bill. It functions like a savings account, but you're paying down a debt you already have instead of accruing interest.

An emergency credit card is another option, one you just keep paid off unless you genuinely need it.

And 3rd party payment plans exist. Most vet clinics will not do their own payment plans, or will not admit to ever offering them, because we simply don't want people to rely on the vet clinic, a small business, taking on the financial risk on behalf of the owners because, frankly, most people never pay. This is especially true if the pet dies. A clinic might offer them for immediate life saving treatment if they know the client well, but the emergency last resort should never be anybody's number one plan. That's not fair.

Wonka also does not have pet insurance. I asked a couple of insurers at an industry exhibit once whether, because he has a neurological condition, whether he'd be covered for a broken leg if he fell off the couch. And none of them could assure me they would, in case in fell off because of the neurological condition. And that was not reassuring.

So when do I recommend pet insurance? Well I kind of don’t, specifically. I advise which companies other clients have been happy with, and what sort of things a pet owner needs to look for in terms of exclusions, limits, and fine print.

There are always some breeds I do recommend it for, because they are disasters waiting to happen, and for many young animals when the insurance is still cheap, nothing is pre-existing and we don’t yet know if they have a congenital condition, at least for that first 12-18 months of life. There are some you can look at as puppies and be highly suspicious this animal is going to be a money sink.

I see a lot of internet comments saying “should have had pet insurance!” or “go get pet insurance!” on various posts about affording pets or vet bills or emergencies, but pet insurance doesn’t help at all in these scenarios. Pet insurance gives you money back, you had to already have had money in the first place to take advantage of it. Pet insurance is no panacea or cure-all.

I just have a savings account. Putting aside what you would have paid in pet insurance anyway is a decent estimate for how much you’d need to save for a normal pet.

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just-oki-doki · 5 years

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So I’m really posting this, eh?

If you saw my other blog’s post you probably guessed it already.

http://under-rune.tumblr.com/post/181230216618/ill-keep-this-short-a-phrase-i-often-fail-to

But I’ll be effectively ending just-oki-doki after just a month shy of a year of running.

As hard as it is to end under-rune before I could even begin, this is. surprisingly difficult just to type.

But it’s just a blog it shouldn’t be too hard.

Just-Oki-Doki is ending.

I will not be deleting.

If things change I would gladly and enthusiastically return. But just as I expressed doubts in the previous post for under-rune, I don’t expect things to truly line up that way.

I said a lot of ‘why’ in the under-rune post and it made me realize just how overly open I am on occasion which is such a bizarre concept for me seeing as I’m extremely closed off otherwise.

Short of it: It’s ending because of tumblr.

Slightly longer version: And because depression sucks and seeing my only social fall so hard as of late isn’t doing it any favors.

As preposterous a statement as it is: Running these blogs is hard. Very hard. I’ve offhandedly mentioned how difficult and how MUCH work it was in those first months, but honestly those were the easy months. A TON of work, but it was easy. Instead the difficulty often comes from getting in the proper mood just to share what’s on my mind in these posts, along with, you know, FINDING the posts and properly handling the verification that each piece is genuine etc.

Having my emotions where they are makes things especially difficult, I won’t lie about that- because while I COULD heartlessly slap some kind words on a piece despite my current state- I have not and will not do as much as that wouldn’t be genuine.

Every post thus far has been, and I won’t change that.

I must admit, it makes me extremely sad and disappointed to know the blog couldn’t even make it a year. Though I guess the platform dying around it is quite the way to end.

I’ve said it before but truly: This blog meant a lot to me. A lot more than I expected it to mean that’s for sure.

I played a horror/emotional/dating game. Got sad because of it; But the good kind. The hopeful kind and one born of empathy. And I made a blog to prevent my main from getting buried in reblogged fanart.

That’s all that happened, or that’s what I thought would happen, but no. Suddenly that blog is a god dang beacon of positivity, support, care, and kindness. For months straight my inbox was ALWAYS filled with kind words from others that all warmed my heart. My notes filled with thanks from artists and I can’t even begin to tell you how often I would read something along the lines of “OH MY GOD THIS MADE MY DAY!” directed to my comments.

This blog became a lot. I’ve heard from some others that it was important to them because of what it showed in terms of human kindness and it’s so strange to say I’m with them on that. I feel the same, I feel in awe of what this became, and when I slow down and remember it’s ME doing all this because these are MY words and MY thoughts it blows my mind.

That’s selfish, none of this would or could ever have existed without all of you. Without the creators there is nothing to build that kindness on, and without you followers there’s no way to amplify it.

As incredibly difficult as this year has been, it’s strange to say it’s also a year holding some of my all time highest points. Silly even. But truly, from the bottom of this random internet fool’s heart, thank you.

I’m going to stop updating the blog directly and will be focusing on me for a while.

I’d do anything to return to this blog but who knows what’s truly to come tomorrow.

Instead I promise to do what I can to continue this feeling, this support in the future. I plan to take time to find another platform- or wait out tumblr falling and rising back to grace if that were to be the case- and I’ll figure out a new blog to begin. I’d like to make a more ‘open’ blog focused on whatever strikes my fancy from OC to fan works but I’ll admit a worry on gaining an audience for such a thing. I’m torn on the idea simply because I often refer to the audience as the icing on the cake, except I really shouldn’t belittle how important each and every on of you is to this whole thing.

I say it like that because **I** am not in this for followers, but followers help amplify every single piece being showcased here. You each increase the viewership of these artists and the more of you the more this gets bigger- the more comments from YOU- the more reblogs from YOU- the more everything from YOU.

So I apologize for the few times I’ve said it as if followers don’t matter. You do. I’m just not ‘in’ this for followers, but logically I know every one of you matter and every one of you make my job mean more.

It’s silly to go thinking on now of all times.

Well I’ve already said too much. I could go on, literally for hours. The submissions. Writing my first pieces in years and getting such kind responses to them. Call outs to me from incredible artists. My god the fanart that just thinking of is making my fight against crying fail outright.

I could go on but I won’t. I want to thank you and I have. Thank you all. Thank Dan Salvato for creating such a beautiful title. And thank just-oki-doki for happening to me.

( @lesbian-tsumugi https://just-oki-doki.tumblr.com/post/172954766021/for-triple-clarification-the-artist-is )

( @doodlibear https://doodlibear.tumblr.com/post/172683527174/redphienix-a-little-drawing-for-someone-who-is )

( @maxi-kat https://maxi-kat.tumblr.com/post/172632676574/made-a-gift-for-just-oki-doki-for-being-such-a )

( @youthful-wind https://youthful-wind.tumblr.com/post/171873737768/just-oki-doki-youre-such-a-nice-part-of-this)

( @wormssss this wasn’t posted I don’t believe, it was messaged directly)

( @flaminganimedumpster redraw also messaged my way )

( @liscribs / @kismesis-my-ass (one person) https://liscribs.tumblr.com/post/172373245635/redphienix-%CA%96-%EF%BE%9F%EF%BE%9F-requests-main )

And so many indirect gifts, I am so thankful for each and every one of you and just.

Take care of yourselves out there. The world’s tough but we can and should stick together.

And when it comes to just about anything in life, sometimes slowing down and showing your appreciation to someone else for their work or care or anything really can mean a lot. We live in a world that suppresses a lot of that; makes things feel granted and unimportant. It can be important to someone even if they hadn’t thought of it, so remember to show your appreciation when you think of it. Be as boisterous as you please, or just a few words of thanks. I’d appreciate you for doing that.

Here’s to the upcoming 2019 and some good days for the lot of us. Thank you all.

#Mine #Important #DDLC #Doki Doki Literature Club

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dragonofdarknesschaos · 5 years

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Look at Me Twirling my CVS Receipt!!

DelaneyArt said:

Me again.

Here. If you wanna get yourself involved even more than you already are. This is what Sky said to me recently. And I’ve agreed to her terms. Me and her are MUTUAL I never said we were friends.

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From Skyrawathi, 12/24/2018

Okay so I have read your letters. I understand what you mean. I am just not sure if you are honest with your apologizing and with willing to end this war. I mean it is hard now for me to trust you because I am afraid that you will start insulting me again soon. I hope I am wronf. [sic] Maybe I just need some time. I guess we both need to calm down. Especially it is Christmas now. Emotions are hard to handle. I am also sick of this situation already. But if what you say is true and you want to be honest with me, ans [sic] you don’t want use [sic] anymore to be enemies then it is so cool

I could show you how you can develop your art, where you can find inspiration and how to use them to create sth original. You really don’t need my art that much and you don’t need to redraw them. I mean it is so cool if we could inspire each other, but you have to start first creating something original. And yeah, you can because as you have mentioned that comic Possessive of yours, you prove with this that you can be creative and inspiring for other artists. Just lets calm down because I never intended to be your enemy, I never wanted to. But you see how far this conflict went and it is stupid? Don’t you think?

I understand that sometimes it is hard for everyone to come up with sth new and we lack new ideas. Every artist suffer this so it is nothing to be ashamed of. I can show you how to fix that so you will always have awesome ideas in head.

But first you definately [sic] have to credit me. And if you want to make a redraw of my work then you should write in post that this pic is study of Skyrawathi’s art. And it is nth wrong because lots of artists study others. Me either. I always mention the source of the pic that I used as reference.

So yeah, we can definately [sic] end this war and come to agreement. But just please, do what I ask. Credit me when you use my art, and if you can be that cool to ask me for permission before you do a redraw then that would be really awesome of you. Then you will never ever deal with reporting because your hands will be clean.

In return to show you that I am not evil, I can help you with improvement. I can show you how to turn your inspirations into original ideas and how to draw chamiko so well that you will never ever need someone’s pic as a base.

Does it sound ok for you?

Now, from what I’ve gathered from the first paragraph of this email along with mentions to prior emails in the same chain as alluded to in the PSA post, D decided that before Christmas–a time when everyone wants to relax and spend time with their families, friends, and loved ones; the season of comfort and joy–was an excellent time to send insulting emails and threats to her most inspiring idol, just for reporting D’s facebook page. I cannot imagine what was said, but the way Sky is reacting leads me to believe that the insults were so volatile that they may never see the light of day again. Sky might have even feared for her well being and that is why she is offering to help. If this is how D treats someone she claims to hold in such high respect and idolize, then I cannot imagine how she treats anyone below such a pedestal.

Actually, I can. For telling the admin of a closed Xiaolin facebook group that D was plagiarizing other artists, which resulted in D getting kicked from the group, I was called “a crazy bitch” back in September of 2018. I have not once insulted D, yet she continues to berate me and harass me on multiple social media sites for warning others about her. I’ll speak more on this later.

Back to the email. To summarize what Sky is saying:

Sky is tired of this war; it’s stupid and she wants it to stop

Sky doesn’t know if she can forgive D

D’s actions have repeatedly shown that she cannot be trusted

Sky is willing to help D improve so that she can get better and not need to copy other’s art

In order to get to that point, Sky asked D for four things:

give Sky credit on the art that D has already posted

start crediting and sourcing the artists whose work D “studies” or “copies to learn from”

ask Sky (and any other artists) for permission before doing a redraw of their respective artwork

create something original

At no point does Sky say they are friends or “mutuals.”

At no point in this email does Sky say that D and her are mutual in anything, but I would infer there is a mutual understanding that D must do better. None of this excuses D’s harassing and abusive behavior.

Alright, if D wants to work on herself and get better let’s see how she is doing on her end of the deal with crediting and sourcing artists. I’d give links to D’s OPs, but she has me blocked.

“Version inspired from [Sky’s real name] aka Skyrawathi”

Ah yes, I always love getting doxed when one of my fans credit me without linking back to my original work! Please don’t do this. Only villains do this.

Three instances of “Inspired from Skyrawathis version”

Again, no link? Not even going to mention the title of the piece? Sky has HUNDREDS of pictures! How am I going to know which one D is copying? How will I know where to find Sky’s original works if you DON’T LINK TO THEM???? I am but a lazy potato!

“Inspired from Skyrawathi Chamiko Great Wall Kiss”

Better, but still no link.

“Inspired from Skyrawathi “Together in Snowflakes” ”

Getting fancy with the formatting here, but WHERE IS THE LINK??????

“Original design and concept”

Ah, finally! Something original, just as requested! Although… Chase’s pose looks kinda familiar. So does that horse. I wonder…

Chase’s pose is Dashi’s character art from the Xiaolin Dragons Kickstarter art dump part one.

Oh, and Kimiko’s pose and horse are literally the second result for “mulan horse” on Google images. But, tell me again how D has changed and is crediting artists and making original drawings without reference?

If you want to credit people, please use MLA format for your citing. Or if that’s too hard to remember, here’s a handy formula:

[Artist’s username]. “[Title of Piece].” [Publishing platform or publication e.g. Tumblr, Deviant Art, Instagram, Time Magazine etc.], [date published], [source URL].

@Skyrawathi. “Together in snowflakes.” Deviant Art, December 24, 2017, https://www.deviantart.com/skyrawathi/art/Together-in-snowflakes-721748400

Here’s a more casual way to credit someone if that’s too formal for you, with links bolded:

Couldn’t get enough of @Skyrawathi‘s “Together in snowflakes” so I had to redraw it (with permission)!

Here’s an original image I made using these references: Chase’s pose (Grand Master Dashi), Kimiko and Horse.

The point is to LINK BACK TO THE ORIGINAL ARTIST. Simply mentioning them as plain text does not work. LINK TO YOUR REFERENCES. I should not have to do an internet search to find what you are referencing. The citing I did here took less than two minutes. If someone cannot take two minutes or less to show such a basic level of respect then there is no hope.

As for the matter of being “mutuals,” I am sorry for jumping to “friends,” but that is usually what “mutuals” means on Tumblr; “two people, usually friends, that follow each other’s blogs.” Not all mutuals are friends and not all friends are mutuals. I jumped the gun a bit based on personal meaning assigned to that word. However that doesn’t explain this:

Facebook status post from D that reads:

[Sky’s real name] (aka Skyrawathi) is an amazing Chamiko artist and I am truly inspired by her work. I should’ve credited her in the beginning, I didn’t think I had to but I will from now on out of respect for her work. I hope to improve my art as much as I can and strive to get my skills to her level, even though I know I have my own set of skills and will still continue to be inspired from her work and in general in the future, but I hope to not have to rely on a reference to draw. I appreciate us coming to an agreement and I hope we can be mutual in all of this. Thank you Skyrawathi, and it’s a dream come true to be able to become friends with the person who has inspired my work all this time. I will work on making original Chamiko art that is 100% from me (heart emoji)

Once again, don’t put someone’s real name with their URL. It can be construed as doxing. Do not do that. It’s highly disrespectful gesture towards someone one claims to hold in such high regard, but as has already been established, D lacks this basic understanding of respect.

I have been doing art for almost three decades. I know people who have been doing it two and three times longer than I. We all use reference. Do not set yourself up for failure by saying you “hope to not have to rely on a reference to draw,” because that is never going to happen. This goes for everyone. Using reference is not a crutch. Reference is a tool for when you do not know how to draw something. Young artists use a lot of references because they do not have the knowledge or experience of drawing a hand 500 times, or a head 1,000 times, or a leg 250 times! There is no shame in that perceived lack. Getting around it is just practice. Find photographs–either free and open stock or your own–and draw what you see. D has a great eye and very nice photos on her Instagram before it was taken down! She could learn a lot by doing studies from her own photos like this. But Sky’s art, my art, everyone else’s art is NOT anyone’s reference! It took me a while to understand that, but I’m lucky in that I didn’t get myself into any trouble with that misunderstanding. The best way around that misunderstanding, should it occur, is to first, apologize to the artist you referenced; second ask what they would like done with the artwork you made. If they want it taken down–remove it from all platforms. Do not reupload it anywhere. If they say it’s fine, just credit them, then credit them as I explained above with LINKS. “Crediting” the original artists as plain text shows that D has not changed as she claims to, or is only trying to placate her audience to believe she is telling the truth about her change.

Continuing with that lack of change, here is the text I bolded:

“I hope we can be MUTUAL … it’s a dream come true to be able to become FRIENDS…”

What is the truth, Delaney? Friends or Mutuals? Since D is so unreliable in her narrative, let’s hear Sky’s take:

Transcription of DMs:

Sky: Sorry, that I will bother you with Delaney but she has just written to me. She said that there is some drama on Tumblr. Said that she never called me and her friends and I approved it because I am hell no friend to her. And she also asked me what kind of problems people still have with her…xD and I was a bit like WTF. But I told her again that she has done so much harm to so many ppl that she cannot expect from anyone to just simply forget.

[…]

She actually left me in peace and I am happy about it. And even if she writed sth [sic] then I just ignore her, because I don’t want to have anything to do with her. But I just checked this letter about Chaos. Anyway I would very much appreciated if she wasn’t mentioning me and using my person as a ladder for her business.

This is what I also told her. She can’t expect from us to be ok with her. Nobody will start liking her just because she said sorry.

Once again, I repeat, Sky is NOT D’s friend. Sky wants nothing to do with D. Sky does not even want D to mention her at all, ever. So all that artwork I have screen capped from D’s blog should not even be posted, because–per Sky’s wishes–D cannot credit Sky without mentioning her, inevitably associating the two together. As such, D cannot have any of the artwork she copied from Sky posted without violating the wishes of someone she claims to highly respect. Furthermore, posting the artwork she claims to be “original” while still copying well known and iconic material without due credit or sourcing shows that D has not changed, or even attempted to change. All this drama has bungled things for D so much that no one is wiling to talk to or work with her. Thus, all of the terms Sky set up to help D have been violated. If D wants to claim she has changed she needs to SHOW she has changed without words, through actions.

That means that instead of finding my three month old post about her and replying “lol” on multiple occasions has to STOP. Replying to my posts about her misdeeds has to STOP. Messaging people who give notes to those posts about her has to STOP. Directly messaging people who give her original posts notes asking them to follow her has to STOP. Harassing everyone and anyone who slightly disagrees with her has to STOP. All of this:

D replied to your post: You’re so wrong. And if anyone is toxic in this, it’s you for not letting this go. You re jealous of me. Period. That’s why you can’t seem to let it go. I have apologized and redeemed myself. If you people can’t get over that, that’s on you.

D IM: You have issues if you can’t seem to let this go. Me and sky are mutual now. Not that I have to explain anything to you. I have redeemed myself and apologised to everyone. Still you people make posts about me, trying to diminish my following but it’s never gonna happen. Thanks for the publicity again

D asked me: Please get a life, It’s pathetic

D replied to your post: Again, me. Clearly. Let it go like Elsa.

HAS TO STOP.

I have made three (3) posts about D including this one (excluding reblogs). In total D has left harassing messages to me 7-10 times. Not once has she apologized for harassing me on dA, Facebook, Tumblr, Instagram, or Twitter. Not once has she shown me any sign of changing her ways. All we have asked for is BASIC RESPECT. At every turn D promises to start respecting us and change her ways, then laughs in our faces for even thinking we were worthy of Her respect and attention.

Respect is an interesting thing. You have to give it to get it. Even a three year old understands this. Until D shows the capacity at this basic level to show respect and common courtesy to her peers, superiors, and kohai no one is going to interact with her; she will continue to be treated as nothing more than a joke.

You want to learn how to draw using reference? I have a rough tutorial for that.

You want to learn how to use and learn from your studies? I got something for that too!

You want some references? Try Senshi-Stock’s official app or what’s left of Tumblr. AnatomicalArt has thousands of references and tutorials, and with all of this on Tumblr, crediting your sources is easier than ever!

Or, you know, take some selfies and not have to credit anyone. ;D

TL;DR

D: you’re wrong; I never said Sky and I were friends; we’re MUTUAL! D: here are some terms Sky made that I agreed to–

Sky’s terms:

Give Sky credit on the work D has already copied

D must credit and source all other artists she copies

D must ask permission to copy anyone in the future

D must create something original

If all these terms are met, Sky will help teach D how to use reference correctly so D can draw better.

Receipts showing the following:

6 instances of D not properly crediting Sky

D claiming something to be original without citing referenced materials

Mini guide on how to properly cite an artist or reference:

LINK TO THE ORIGINAL POST AND ARTIST PROFILE!!

Seriously, it’s not that hard!?

Facebook status from D calling Sky both “a mutual” and “a friend.” [what is the truth.gif]

DMs from Sky saying as follows:

Sky is not D’s friend!

Sky wants nothing to do with D

Sky wants D to stop mentioning her altogether

Sky cutting ties like this means that D cannot mention Sky to credit her on reposts of the copied art.

>violates term 1

D has few other artworks to post, so she cannot credit other artists.

>fails term 2

Everyone is so hurt by D that she has been completely shut out and will be hard pressed to find anyone to give her permission in the future.

>fails term 3

D’s attempt to create something “original” resulted in copying and not sourcing more artwork

>fails term 4, 3, and 2

Please stop harassing me. Look at all these receipts! Learn some basic respect before coming back.

Have a few tutorials and resources.

#submission #long post #Chamiko #PSA #RaiKim #delaneyart

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munofsilver · 6 years

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Akumatized AU. Evillustrator 2.

Part two of Evillustrator. Nathaniel first time at school since he's been akumatized. Can he avoid Chloe? Ao3 Link.

The day with my sister went better than I thought it would. She didn't see me any differently than normal. I'm just glad she's not scared of me. Now that she's in bed and I should be, but I can't sleep. I'm going to school in the morning and I fear the worse.

Even though Chloe is the reason I got akumatized, she's going to make fun of me like always. If I could I would stay home forever, but I have to face my fear. Besides what kind of image would I be showing Natalie? If you're scare run away. What kind of big brother would I be if I did that?

That's not what you should do. I think a day away will be enough. Maybe Chloe won't be there. I know I'm not that lucky. In the morning after breakfast, I head off to school. “Good luck.” I hear Natalie say as I close the door.

Nothing happened on the way to school, but that's not the part I'm worried about. I'm used to people making fun of me, so the whispers don't bother me. I don't like it when people do that in my face. At least behind me back I can pretend they are going after someone else.

That's one of the reasons I try to avoid Chloe. Not only does she make fun of me in my face but in front of everyone around. I tighten my fist when I think about all those time Chloe was just being Chloe, and not just with me but with everyone.

Anger? Am I getting angry? That's new, I usually don't get mad. The last time I did was when Chloe made Natalie cry. This big brother is very protective of his younger sister, and all my family and friends. That's why I love it when Marinette stands up against Chloe. Wait for Marinette, I could have also killed her.

Trapped in a box on a boat with a hole in it. Another person I should avoid. I should also apologize to her. I didn't mean to hurt her. I was just so mad. I mean she only wanted to date me to help stop me. I shouldn't be mad at that. I'm sure I would do the same thing.

Maybe I should talk to her, later today after school. My mind wonders to my classmates at school. Some have been akumatized so I shouldn't have to worry about them. They will understand being akumatized themselves. The others I'm not sure about.

As soon as I felt pain in my face I notice I'm at school, and trip on the steps. Landing face first on them. Quickly I jump up and look around. Those that saw are staring at me. Not laughing or anything just staring. It was creepy, so I ran inside. I didn't stop until I got to my seat and dived under it.

When I hit my head is when I notice that when I got akumatized I grow taller. Usually, I would be able to slide under my desk without any problem. Hitting my head on the way in proves that I grow. I always wonder what being taller would be like. I'm not sure if I like it.

If I wanted to I could erase part of the desk and redraw it in later. Can I still do that? The pillow I drew for Natalie disappeared. Honestly, I don't care about the erasing part. I know it could be handy, but I don't think I ever want to use it. Unless I know no other option. Even then I'm not sure. That is very dangerous if I mess up, and knowing me I will mess up.

I suppose the same thing could be said about any of my powers. Looking at the tablet on my right arm, I can't help but think about what I almost did and what I could do now. “Nathaniel?” Someone saw me rush in but who? I peak my head out over the desk. Marinette is in the room looking around. Slowly I get out and stand up. Right away she noticed me.

How could she not, with the way I look. “I thought it was you that ran past me,” she tries to lighten up the mood with a laugh. I do like her laughs, they always seem to make me feel better and more clam. Sadly I got nothing this time.

“I'm sorry,” we both say at the same time. Why is she sorry. Marinette didn't do anything wrong. We both laugh. I nervously, Marinette not so sure. I don't think so. Marinette speaks first. “I just wanted to say sorry for agreeing to go on a date with you, only to try to get Cat Noir to stop you,” she said in a low tone like she's ashamed.

“It's okay. I understand. I would have done the same if someone that was akumatized asked me out.” I'm being honest. I really would, if I could get ahold of Ladybug or Cat Noir that is. “You did what you had to do,” I added. She smiles in a sweet cute way, that I'm sure that's where Natalie got it from. My sister is taking after Marinette more than Alix.

Alix wouldn't like that. Being the youngest she wants my little sister to be her little sister. “You're not mad at me?” Marinette asked. I nod to let her know we're still friends. She was happy and did a little cheer while clapping her hands. “I got to go and met up with Alya,” she waves as she heads out the door.

A feel a smile come across my face. So very glad that Marinette and I had that little talk. I sit instead of hiding under my desk. I was getting my stuff out of my bag when Mr. Domocles walked in. He sharply turns to face me, to be honest, that creeped me out.

“Mr. Kurtzberg I would like to speak with you. Please follow me.” Sifft like a statue he turns towards the door and heads out. I pack everything up and follow him. In his office, I just freeze in my seat like I always do when I'm in here.

Sometime later I handed him my akumatized tablet pen as he requested. “Now the tablet.” His hand is held out towards me. “Sorry, Mr. Domocless but I can't do that. In order to remove the tablet from my arm, I have to remove the whole outfit,” I sighed. “I see then. You may go.” I was out like the room was on fire. I hate being in his office.

I head back to the classroom. When I got there in my spot there was a red envelope. “Come to the bakery after school, Marinette. Happy late birthday.” Marinette is such a good friend. I'm lucky to know her. The ring of the bell made me jump and slide down in my seat.

I did see Chloe and I'm surprised she didn't come to “attack” me. I shouldn't say anything since it's still early in the school day. Is school always this boring? I had a hard time staying awake during class. This never happened before. Then I noticed things I never noticed this before cause I would normally be drawing right now.

Not wanting to draw sure changes things. Even a small bit. It seems that I'm not the only one that finds class boring. I can see Ivan staring at Mylene. Chloe reading a magazine while glancing at Adrien once in a while. Alix is making spitwads I'm guessing she's going to use them on Kim who is leaning back in this seat sleeping.

Sabrina is taking notes. I wonder why she puts up with Chloe constantly ordering her around like she owns her. Alya is also taking notes. Wait she just passed something to Nino. Maybe it wasn't notes just a note. I laugh silently to myself. Everyone else seems to be listening to Miss. Bustier.

Next class, I stayed awake cause it's Miss. Mendeliev's class. I dare not drift off in this class anymore. At lunch, I sat alone as Alix comes to sit with me, mostly to hide from a face covered in spitwads Kim looks for her. Since I usually like to sit alone during lunch, it was a perfect place to hide.

“Sorry, this happened to you on your birthday. I know that feel,” she sighs. I almost forgot she was also akumatized on her birthday. “How did Natalie take it?” “She was scared at first. Mostly cause she didn't know if I was still under Hawkmoth's control. Once she realized I wasn't nothing really changed.”

“Does she know I got akumatized?” I look at Alix. “Why don't you come over for a visit?” Alix hasn't been over since she was akumatized a month ago. I still can't believe that all this started about two months ago. “Watching her again?” She asked sounding like she always knew the answer. I'm sure she did. “Marinette wants me to see her at her parent's bakery after school.” I look at the birthday card she's given me.

“Are you going to bring her with?” That is a good question. Marinette would understand if I went and got her. Like all my friends she knows my mom works late and someone needs to look after my little sister cause she's too young to be on her own.

I could also ask someone to look after her while I go, like Alix. Looking at her I think on that, while she waits for my answer. “It would be nice for her to get out, or you could watch her for me.” I smile at her.

Natalie doesn't leave the house much. I think she should come with and have Alix pick her up. I laugh when I see Alix eyebrow twitching. “Tell you what. I will bring her with me, but could you at least pick her up for me?” Alix smiles. “That I will do. I'm not a babysitter.” We both laugh. It always feels good to laugh.

During the last class, I send Cindy a text. She will give Natalie the message. When Alix comes to pick her up she will be ready. After class, I wait for Alix and Natalie to met me in front of the school's steps outside. Today must be a lucky day.

Chloe stayed away from me all day. Once Natalie and Alix get here I can leave school without having to run into Chloe. “Sabrina is my report done yet?” Oh no, it's that voice. She is near and I start to shake. So close, I shouldn't have said anything. Moving a little as possible I turn around.

She not there and I sigh in relief. Then I heard, “It's all done Chloe, so is our group presentation.” If Sabrina is near so is Chloe sadly. I turn back around for another look. “Delivery for Mr. Kurtzberg, Nathaniel.” Alix jokes.

She was carrying Natalie piggyback style. They would do that a lot when we came to visit her, or we take Natalie to the park. Once Natalie was down Alix zoomed off and I see Kim flying above after her. The spitwads are gone now at least. I'm going to bring this up when I see Alix again.

“Alix got hit like you?” Natalie asked. I only nod. “Chloe?” “Not this time.” I held out my hand for her to hold. She takes it and I freeze when I hear that voice. “Let's get out of here, Sabrina I need to get my nails done. My nail polish is chipped.” Sabrina and Chloe come stomping out. Chloe is looking at her nails and Sabrina struggling behind her.

I need to get out of here before Chloe sees me or Natalie. My older protective brother instincts kick in, and I grab Natalie. Picking her up under her arms and holding her closely, tightly against my chest. As I run away from the school. I head towards Marinette's place. I'm very glad she lives close by and Chloe will never go there.

I didn't let of Natalie go until I hear the door close. “That was fun. Again, Nathaniel,” she cheers. I hear Marinette's mom, “Awwww so cute.” Soon Marinette comes in. “You're here and you have Natalie with you,” she smiles. “I hope you don't mind,” I don't know why I'm nervous. “Hi, Marinette,” Natalie waves.

“I don't mind. Hello Natalie,” Marinette pats Natalie's head. “This way,” Marinette waves us to follow her. Leading us up to the apartment part of the building. In the kitchen on the table was a cake. Topped with white frosting. Better Late Than Never wrote in blue frosting.

“Thank you, Marinette,” I smile as I stare at the cake. She just smiles as she says, “You're welcome. I made it myself. My dad help with the frosting.” The cake was delicious, the frosting was coconut my favorite. The cake was enough for everyone to have a piece. By everyone I mean, Natalie, Marinette, her father, her mother, and me. Almost like she knew Natalie would be here.

We both head home. Once there I make us dinner, do my homework, play some games with Natalie, take a shower while Natalie heads to bed. While I was drying hair, I hear the front door opening. I poke my head out the door to see who was coming in. It was my mom, she's home early.

I come out of the bathroom fully dressed with a towel on my head. My hair is still a little wet. “I skip lunch so I could get home early. I wanted to see how school was today,” she smiled. It's rare to see her not smile. “It was great. Nothing really happened.” She yawns with her hand over her mouth, “That's great to hear. Now off to bed.” I nod and enter the room I share with Natalie.

#akumatized #akumatized au #Evillustrator #Nathaniel Kurtzberg #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #alix kubdel #ML #Fanfic #AU #ML AU #natalie kurtzberg #mr. damocles #chloe bourgeois #sabrina raincomprix

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shutupem · 6 years

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scoobydoominuscoobydoo · 6 years

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So really early on we had made comparisons between Shaggy and Daphne with Stiles and Lydia from Teen Wolf. Obviously they’re not carbon copies of one another, Daph is an amazingly well rounded babe but she’s no Field’s Medal winner. (She is a straight A student though) And while Shaggy is a very blessed individual he’s not exactly a born and bred detective like Stiles. But we’re not looking at the individual similarities between characters. We’re looking at the dynamics that are shared. Shaphne and Stydia’s similarities fall under their relationships. Lydia is an incredibly beautiful and popular girl but that’s not her whole character, like Daphne, behind that pretty face is a powerful and dangerous girl. And Stiles was the one taken for granted because he was just human, same could be said about Shaggy. Shaphne and Stydia are built on a mutual respect and reverence for one another. While Shaphne’s respect is not built on enough because of the Fraphne obsessed society we live in the respect is definitely there. Shaphne and Stydia were stuck in a world where people kept seeing them as how they wanted to see them.

In lieu of that Mod Silas has been redrawing some famous Stydia moments with Shaphne in place. And as a special present Mod Ninja will add on short fics to go with each picture. We hope you like this!

Part One

“It’s not just someone to hold you under, it has to be someone who can pull you back.”

Her hair had been perfect, it had taken hours for her to make it look windblown but in a sexy kind of way. She had redone her make-up four times to achieve the perfect mix of “I look like a million bucks!” and, “That hot chick you’d see at a Costco.” Resulting in a perfectly neutral yet captivating look. $200 had fallen out of her wallet so she could buy the regal, backless, deep purple dress.This dress was perfect, the closest thing to her dream coming true. Another $100 for the silver four inchers that matched her earrings.

She had stared at herself in the mirror for maybe five minutes.

“This time Daph.” She said softly, “This time I’m gonna get this prom thing right.”

It was safe to say her first prom was a disaster. She had to tackle Fred to the ground and beg him to go with her, and after pouring her feelings out somehow they settled on going as “Buds ™.” But at least she got her dance with him.

Well, half a dance. It was interrupted by someone that Fred could grasp being attracted to. And she was also dressed like a great aunt from Hell.

Just like that, Fred’s eyes were off Daphne for the rest of the night. Whether she was kidnapping guys and throwing them in her rape dungeon or not, she had Fred’s complete and uninterrupted attention.

But that was not going to happen this year.

Daphne was going to have her moment, she would get her dance with Fred and make her move. It was finally going to be the start of their perfect love story.

The mayor had sent two police squad cars to watch out for anything suspicious and protect the dance from it. Not wanting a repeat of the junior prom/Alice May debacle of last year.

While this was met with joy from Shaggy and Daphne, Velma had snorted and said, “Thank goodness our greatest allies are gonna be there to do nothing and get mad at us when we do all the work.” Daphne glared at her and Shaggy said, “Don’t you dare joke like that Velms! This is going to be a night of dancing, dates, and delicious snack tables. And absolutely no ghouls, zombies, werewolves, robotic werewolves, and vampires that look more like demons from hell than anything from Daph’s weird books!!”

Daphne had prayed to every god she could think of to help prevent any experts in special effects, puppetry, illusions, and advanced robotics didn’t get pissed off within the 72 hours before the dance. And she was almost considering being religious because here they were, walking into the gym that was decorated in and a 1940′s theme. No monsters in sight.

She was finally getting her moment with Fred, his arms were wrapped around her waist and his hands felt just perfect there.

And then a giant fucking bunny rabbit that spit acid just had to fall from the disco ball and send everyone into a panic. Daphne didn’t even need to look up at him to know that his eyes were sparkling and he was formulating a plan in his big, dumb, gorgeous, trap obsessed head. Once Shaggy let out a nervous chuckle she knew that her night of ineffable romance was over.

Precisely two hours and 15 minutes later they had caught The Buck Toothed Terror, which was a damn freshman who was mad that a senior hadn’t asked her out. Somehow Daph could relate.

Blah blah blah, robotics club member, blah blah blah, giant exoskeleton. “And I would have gotten away with it too if it weren’t for you meddling upperclassmen!!”

Daphne had heard it all before.

Regardless of that total waste of time it was still only 9:15 and the dance ended at midnight. She still had her chance to revive the dying dream.

She scanned the gym looking for her target, the dance floor was now filling up with re-relaxed students. She spotted him on the other side of the floor adjusting his ascot, which didn’t match his tux at all but she didn’t care because he had to be the one.

She lit up as she spotted him and prepped herself to make her way over to him. She smoothed her dress which had become wrinkled from the several times they had been chased a giant, robotic bunny. It wasn’t back to it’s perfect crisp appearance, but she doubted Fred would even notice, as usual. Then she remembered that she had sent a roundhouse kick, with perfect form if she did say so herself, at the bunny and had broken the heel off her shoe as a result.

$100 down the drain.

Whatever, you could barely see the shoes at the bottom of the dress, if she walked on her toes it would look the same.

Ignoring the fact that her hair was popping up in every direction, and being jealous of Velma’s bounce back bob, she began to make her way over to him.

But was then stopped in her tracks when she saw the whole picture. Fred was surrounded by peers, most notably hot seniors. Now technically Daphne was in the category of hot senior, but she was also an outcast amongst the popular crowd.

She always had the chance to join the popular crowd. Everyone in the school knew she would be a hit. But at the start of every year Daph found herself only giving the popular kids friendly nods and then she’d dash over to the table where Fred, Shaggy, Scooby, and Velma were sitting. And just like that she would be pushed into the rag-tag group of weirdos, same as every year. But she didn’t mind, these were her best friends and unlike everything else in her life they made her happy.

The popular kids seemed to understand this and left her be, left the whole group alone really. The most they ever did was try and convince Fred to ask her out once, which failed of course. But it showed Daph how genuinely nice these girls were.

And currently two of them were putting their hands on his huge shoulders and drooling at every word he said.

He must have been telling the brave tale of how he saved their senior prom, of course adding in that it was a team effort. Because he wasn’t full of himself like other guys she’d met. He cared about equal credit and everyone’s happiness, unlike other guys she’d met.

She felt herself tearing up.

“No Daph this is a dumb reason. It’s not like he had to spend prom with me.”

She had stared at him for another two minutes or so, hoping he’d look over at her and remember they were dancing earlier.

But he didn’t look over at her, instead the football players had dragged him off to their man huddle, and that was that.

She had no idea why she didn’t just walk over to him and ask him to pick up where they left off. Maybe she was too shy or nervous or scared, who cares it was too late.

She waddled over to the nearest empty tables and sat down, since Fred had been her ride she wasn’t able to just leave. So she chose to wallow and pout.

She felt her jaw drop when Fred escorted one of the hot seniors onto the dance floor. It took her like five minutes to get him to ask while it took Daph two months of planning to ensure she’d be the first girl he’d ask.

Her eyes began to tear up again, seeing how happy and natural he looked while he danced with someone they barely knew, and she didn’t care enough to hide her tears.

Until out of nowhere Shaggy had pulled out the chair next to her and sat down with a plop.

She quickly wiped her eyes and leaned forward so he couldn’t see her face. And while attempting to sound okay said, “How’s it going Shags?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, “Like, not great. Since Freddie had to commandeer all the precious food for the trap I’ve got nothing to do.” He leaned back in the chair and sighed. Daph looked around and smiled while saying, “Well where’s Scooby, I’m sure you and him could get into some sort of trouble.” She smirked and clasped her hands in her lap.

“Daph, do you really think Velma would let him stay at prom after what happened last year. Like man, she didn’t waste any time turning on the demon eyes.” He motioned towards the other side of the room where Velma was surrounded by guys from all walks of life. Somehow, this year Velms had become one of the hottest chicks in our class, getting date requests every other day.

Daphne wasn’t really jealous of her since she had her eye on only one guy, and it was way too funny watching Velma’s reactions to all the attention.

“But you and Velma aren’t even together anymore are you?” She gave him a suspicious look but he quickly shook his head, “God no. I-uh, I guess she just doesn’t want Scoob ruining her last prom.” She smiled and sighed, “Honestly I would prefer if Scooby were here, then maybe it’d be a little fun.”

He stared at her for a second, maybe trying to unpack the meaning of what she said, and then he nodded.

He looked from Velma back to Daph, and they kinda just sat in silence for a little bit, just looking at each other.

That was one of the nice things about Shaggy, they didn’t need to say much of anything. Sometimes they could go on and on about how nice V-necks were, and other times they could just be quiet and accept each other’s company. At certain times Daph could use that comforting quiet that only Shaggy could handle.

It had taken a few minutes but Daphne looked down and realized that his hands were shaking, subtly but still noticeable.

She remembered that once again they had appointed Shaggy and Scooby as the bait in the formula. Daphne believed that it was because they were the fastest, but she couldn’t speak for Fred and Velma.

After everything was all wrapped up Shags was pretty good at looking like he was over his life being put in jeopardy. But Daphne eventually noticed that his hands didn’t stop shaking until the next day. That was when she considered that maybe he deserved a break. Her beliefs were confirmed when a doctor basically diagnosed him with post-traumatic stress.

Of course that didn’t last long and he was back to being shoved into danger at every turn.

The main thing that had changed was that Daph now worried about him every time he became bait.

So of course he was still shaken up only half an hour after being chased to the death by an acid spitting rabbit that was 5x it’s original size.

She could tell he was trying to calm down since he took deep breaths every few minutes, it didn’t stop his hands from shaking and she hated it. She took a deep breath as she grabbed his hands. He jumped at the sudden contact and Daph giggled, “Hey,” she said softly, he looked back at her, “Are you sure you’re okay.”

He stared at her with his eyebrows raised and said, “No Daph I am not okay, I almost got my tux melted off by a fucking bunny. And now I don’t even have any food or alcohol to drown my sorrows in!!”

She giggled again, “I have cappuccino flavored gum, it’s from my mom’s therapist.”

“Which one?” Daph stared at him for a second, “Her-um-speech-no- it’s her anger management dude. Jackery??”

Shag chuckled, “Like, is Jackery even a real name?” She smirked, “Is Shaggy?Or Norville for that matter?” He winced, “Daph don’t even start that.”

She found them both chuckling, he seemed a lot calmer now that she had asked. Then she remembered that she was still holding onto his hands and he was gently holding back.

She quickly let go and put them back in her lap, looking around and hoping nobody saw them. More specifically, that Fred hadn’t seen. She peeked over Shag’s shoulder and felt her heart drop, several songs had passed and he was still out on the dance floor with the hot senior. He was still laughing and holding onto her tightly, something she had to beg to do with him.

Shag wondered what she had been staring at and looked over his shoulder. He then let out a sigh as he realized why party animal Daphne was bored at a school dance.

He looked back and saw her discouraged eyes filling with tears.

The hair on the back of his neck raised, he could handle his dog being over dramatic and Velma’s demonic tantrums and Fred throwing him into danger every other week. But he had no idea what to do when Daphne cried.

Whenever she cried she did it like a Disney princess, usually sprawled out on a bed with her hair all spread out and her face buried in the covers. When Daph cried everyone was going to know about it, and everyone just let a combo of Fred complimenting her and Scooby offering her his favorite toys. Eventually that would calm her down and she would explain while Velma rolled her eyes and Shaggy gave her apologetic looks.

But this crying wasn’t the typical, charming Daphne crying.

This was purposely silenced crying, the kind where you wanted nobody to notice.

He sighed and she realized that he was looking at her, she turned away and wiped her eyes. “What a day to not wear my waterproof mascara.” She forced a chuckle. Shag only needed to look at her helplessly trying to fix her eyes for a couple seconds before he gulped and took a deep breath.

“Like, Daph?” He sounded a lot more croaked than intended, which didn’t help his confidence.

She looked away from the napkin she had used to clean the lines of her eyeliner and back to him. The second her purple eyes met his brown ones he became like 10 million times more nervous and his heartbeat probably spiked. Daph could say the same thing since she had no clue what he was gonna ask her.

“Yes Norville?” She sent him a smirk.

“Don’t even Daph I mean it.” She giggled as she let out a few sniffles.

He took a deep breath and looked out at the dance floor, “Do you-uh like, do you wanna dance?” It took him a lot longer to get that out, so he sounded like a sloth. Daphne stared at him for a second, her eyes wide while she processed what he said. She only ever danced with Fred.

At every dance she’d been to, homecoming, winter ball, spring formal, hoedowns, and of course the junior prom.

It’s was just a natural position she assumed.

She knew that just friends could dance, that’s more likely than dancing with a date. But somehow dancing with Shaggy felt like something in between. She had never danced with anyone else.

She must’ve been silent a long time because Shag added, “We’re stuck here for, like, another four hours so we might as well do what society expects us to.” She smiled and sent a glance over toward Fred, another song had passed and he was still on the floor smiling with the hot senior.

“The dance floor is super crowded. Like, I doubt Fred would see you, i-if you’re worried about that.”

She stared at him for another second and came to a conclusion. Tonight, she did not care what Fred saw or didn’t see. She had made this whole night about him and that was the same thing that ruined last year. For once this night was just about Daph, and Daph could do what she wanted.

So she ripped her gaze away from Fred, who could do whatever (and whoever) he wanted tonight, and gave Shaggy a smile.

She nodded quickly and they both stood up.

That was when she remembered that one of her shoes was broken.

She lifted her skirt, her foot was being forced into a contorted position, “Damn it.” Shag whistled and said, “Like, now that is a terrible shoe design. Don’t no heel high heels conflict each other?” Daph rolled her eyes, “I didn’t spend $100 on a pair of gravity defying heels, I-I…I broke one of them when I kicked that stupid bunny.”

“Sounds like something you’d do.” She was about to point out that it had saved Velma’s hide but when she looked up she saw Shaggy kicking off his shoes.

“W-What are you doing Shag?” She crossed her arms and hoped no one noticed. He rubbed the back of his neck and said sheepishly, “You need to take your shoes off now that I don’t have any on.” Daph raised an eyebrow at him, she absolutely hated getting her feet dirty and he knew that, it just wasn’t right at all.

One time they were chasing after a swamp creature while surrounded with mud pits and Daph had been in a catatonic state for about an hour, even after her feet had been cleaned.

She would rather fight through the pain of these useless shoes then get some sort of bacteria through her feet.

But then she saw his hands, still shaking, and the random deep breaths every few seconds. It only took her a second before she groaned and kicked her shoes off, effectively shrinking her and reminding her that Shaggy was roughly 6′0. She ignored how gross her feet felt and grabbed one of his shaking hands.

She started to drag him toward the middle of the dance floor, where it was the most crowded. Still hoping nobody would notice.

Although that might be asking too much since they were both shoeless and she was Daphne Blake.

Once they reached the center they both stood in front of one another, being quiet while a wall of other people swayed to the music around them. “Like, I uh…..”

Daph nodded and said, “I don’t know how to do this either.” His eyes darted around the room before they landed on her again.

She really liked the way he looked at her, no strings attached, no expectations, and no stupid clueless gaze. It just felt like he was looking at just her, Daphne.

She took a step forward so there were only a few inches between them and she placed her hands on his shoulders, “We’ll figure it out.” She smiled and he returned it as he rested his hands on either side of her. His fingers brushed the skin of her back for a couple seconds sending chills up her whole body. They slowly swayed to the music, not saying anything. Their comfortable silence returning. She just smiled and stared at him and he returned the favor.

Even dancing with him felt relaxed, and right.

She felt perfect, finally she believed this is what she deserved to have at prom.

And then her eyes drifted over to Fred, who was only a few feet away from them, and his eyes were on her. And instantly she was filled with regret and guilt, she was ruining everything! The more Fred stared at her the more the gentle swaying felt like the rocking of a ship in a storm.

She had felt perfect and happy with herself a few seconds ago but she just had to think about her weakness, and then meet eyes with said weakness.

With that she looked away, and to keep herself from looking at him again she slid her hand down Shag’s arm and pulled herself into a hug. Hiding her face, and blocking her gaze, in his chest.

She could hear his breathing stifle, but he didn’t move.

Instead he leaned down and rested his head on her shoulder, the random deeps breaths seemed to diminish.

And it was replaced by a warm feeling in Daph’s chest, which she prayed meant anything but the first thing that came to her mind.

#scooby doo #shaphne #shaggy rogers #daphne blake #shaphne fanfiction #teen wolf #stydia

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halfbloodglader · 7 years

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Maybe Always Means Yes (Leo Valdez)

Leo Valdez x Reader - 1,295 words

Request; A Leo x Reader where Y/N and Leo are overbearingly bored on the Argo, they run into some trouble amidst said boredom, eventually leading to Leo confessing by accident.

Y/N and Leo lay sprawled out on the floor in the hall of the Argo II. Everyone else was in the mess hall talking about ‘important things’ which Leo and Y/N never seemed to be allowed to. Understandably, because they just goofed off the whole time.

“Im. So. Bored.” Leo grumbled hitting his head repeatedly against the floor. Life was pretty boring on the Argo, especially seeing as how the Stolls weren’t here to play pranks with them.

“Mhmmm-“ Y/N sounded back in agreement. “Jenga?” She asked to which Leo just responded by shaking his head side to side violently. Just as she was about to give up, Leo shot up and looked to her with a smirk on his face.

“I’ve got a plan!” He exclaimed. “It might get us both killed. But, hey, even if it does, it’ll be a story the Stoll’s won’t even believe. Sound good?”

Y/N jumped to her feet. “¡Claro que si!”

After some careful planning and a few prayers to the gods, Y/N and Leo stood up on the railing of the Argo, struggling to steady themselves as the wind whipped past.

“Hey everyone!” Leo hollered out. “Get up here!” He added a slight hint of urgency in his voice and surely enough, everyone came out onto the deck of the Argo, their eyes going wide and mouths falling agape.

“GET DOWN!” Annabeth screamed, and before anyone could reach out to the pair, they leapt off of the side of the Argo and disappeared below. Percy was the first to reach the edge of the ship, peering over fretfully, searching for any sign of his sister.

“Wha-What the hell?! Was this Gaea?” He looked back to his friends for some sort of answers but they were all trembling with the same fear, unable to muster an answer as to why they’d just jump off.

Before any of their hearts exploded out of sheer shock, Festus rocketed over the ship, making the wind around him rumble as he flew overhead. Y/N and Leo looked down to their friends and let out playful hollers as they flew over once more before landing.

“You two are so dead!!!!” Annabeth screamed with a force Ares wouldn’t even want to reckon with.

“Literally or metaphorically?” Leo snickered and Annabeth glared at him, smoke bursting from her ears.

“Very literal, repair boy. Very literal.”

Hazel, Frank, Jason, Piper and Nico were a mix of emotions, the boys laughed and the girls were sighing with relief. But Percy and Annabeth were furious, as always. Just as Leo slipped off of Festus, Annabeth grabbed him by the ear and pulled him alongside her. Percy firmly grabbed his sisters arm and hauled her along also. When Annabeth turned, Percy looked down to his sister with a smirk and winked. Y/N stifled a laugh. Percy always did this, act like he was angry to get along with Annabeth but deep down he thought it was pretty good.

“Oh c’mon. It was just a prank! This place is so boring!” Leo complained and whimpered as Annabeth dragged him down the hall.

“Don’t even start with excuses, Valdez!!” She barked and Leo snickered. The small boy was thrown into Y/N’s room and soon after, so was Y/N, the door being slammed behind them. The girl stepped back, but tripped over Leo’s feet. A loud cry came from the boy as she tumbled atop him and awkwardly tried to get up, only to fall back down on him again.

“Nice to see you too.” He muttered and Y/N laughed as she finally clambered off of him. She flicked on the dim light in the room and flopped down onto the bed. “Now we are sentenced to wither away in boredom in the confines of this room.”

Per usual, Leo began to rummage through the girls things, searching for something interesting. He found an orange and held it up to his ear.

“You do realize those are to be eaten, right?” She looked to her friend with a new found disbelief, something she was sure couldn’t happen.

“Sure.” He tossed it at her and shuffled around some more.

“OOOh! What’s this?” He straightened up with excitement and flipped open a book.

“H-Hey! NO!” She snapped at him but he warded her off with a flame igniting in his hand. “Why didn’t you tell me you could draw so well? I could’ve used your help with blueprints!” He whined, looking at her with sad eyes, trying to amplify his hurt.

“Because I knew you’d snoop!” She tried to see over his shoulders to see what he was looking at but he kept blocking her.

Suddenly, he whipped around with the book held up to his nose. Y/N didn’t even have to see his mouth to know he was grinning mischievously.

“Yea. It’s Festus. So what?” Y/N rolled her eyes and tried to grab the book from him.

“This is from that night we took him out for a test run. Those two people are us.” He pointed to the small figures which were barely visible atop the dragon as it coast along the skyline.

“Well n-“ She started but Leo shushed her.

“I’ve gotta admit though, I don’t remember sitting that close to you…” He smirked and Y/N tried to snatch the book from him again. She raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips in aggravation. Leo snickered and tore the page from her book, folding it carefully and putting it in his pocket.

“Stop stealing my stuff, Leo.” She muttered.

Leo scoffed. “No! It’s payback! You stole my heart, I steal something of yours.” He closed the book and held it close to him.

“What?” She tilted her head to the side and his stomach dropped.

“What?” He quipped back as if he hadn’t said anything to begin with. Y/N looked to him with an unconvinced glare. “Ahaha- umh… haha.” He threw the book down nervously and ran to the door.

“Percy!!! Let me out. NOW PLEASE! I MESSED UP!” He banged the wood and laughter erupted from the mess hall. They all knew what he’d done. Everyone but Y/N seemed to know about Leo’s infatuation with the girl.

“Sorry, repair boy!” Annabeth yelled out amidst the laugher.

Leo turned back to the girl who still stood awkwardly. Her body stiffened with confusion. “Welp… I guess you know now. Ahaha. I did not plan for this.” He rubbed the back of his neck, the skin he touched sparking. Y/N rocked back and fourth on her heels and darted her eyes around the room. After a moment of silence, she shrugged her shoulders.

“Please just say something. This is too embracing - even for me. Do you at least feel the same way?” He pleaded. Y/N’s smile rose and she stifled a laugh.

“Maybe I do… maybe I don’t.” She picked up her book and grinned playfully. Leo’s face dropped in annoyance and strode towards her, picking her up and throwing her to the bed. He jumped on the bed himself and laid on his stomach, shoulder to shoulder with her. Luckily for Leo, he and Y/N had made slight alterations to their normal vocabulary to have slightly different meanings. In his stupor, he watched as the girl opened up her book and began to redraw the sketch of festus which he’d stolen. After a while, he leaned his head against hers, pushing his nose into her cheek.

“Good thing maybe always means yes.” He smiled into her cheek and she kept sketching away. Maybe the Argo wasn’t so boring and lonely after all.

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hi guys. not doin too hot. and by “not doin too hot” i mean “I AM TOO HOT OH GOD WHY”

don’t worry. when i realized i would not be able to fix the ac myself (at like 8:30 pm) i put in a maintenance request. so hopefully that will be fixed tomorrow or friday. again.

i feel bad putting in so many orders but like, 58 degrees is too cold and 80 degrees is too hot. please. i’m not THAT picky but it’s so much and i’m sweating all over my papers and i can’t tell if poor snoopy is uncomfortable or not. she spends a whole lotta time by where i have the fan on by an open window.

it doesn’t cool off my desk/bed area but at least my kitchen is a nice temperature.

when my alarm went off i realized that i just... did not sleep very much. i had bad dreams but i don’t remember enough about them to say why. i ended up skipping my first class to try to get SOME sleep but unfortunately i just laid there with my eyes closed feeling hot and miserable for 40 minutes. i was so pokey getting ready for school that i was actually late for my second class despite getting up with more time to get ready than usual.

i took notes on my ipad. it was nice. i like the line sensitivity. i picked up my pen from the mail room in the afternoon so now i can write more than four words per line too.

keegan and harrison and i got spaghetti lunch and then i went to my doctor’s appointment. the doctor took a look at my throat and lungs and stuff and said everything seemed fine but i could take some allergy medication that might help it clear up faster. so i did that. also my other problem with the birth control is ok if it happens once. if it happens three times in a row there’s gonna be a problem but otherwise between missing a day (even though i caught up) and all the stress and getting sick it could be anything.

the allergy medication also serves as a sleep aid and anti anxiety medication so she said if it works i could use it for the whole month or when i start sleeping normally again and if it doesn’t work to just stop usin it and don’t worry about it.

i helped ammar and rebika and luis get set up with the printer network in our building after a lot of hassle with my computer. luis and taylor were talking so loud that i couldn’t think at all and harrison was getting annoyed because i wasn’t using any of the convenient tools that computers have like search functions.

and i took my accommodation letters to both my professors and hashed out the test plan with them. my stat mech professor invited me to sit for a while and then... blocked the door with his chair. i don’t think he did it on purpose but I NOTICED. i got antsy immediately and i couldn’t seem to find a good opportunity in the conversation to leave.

i doubled my score on the prelims! now i have a 22/120 instead of, like, a 10. all i gotta do to pass is get up to ~60 though. but it was a DEFINITE improvement. i feel conflicted about it. on the one hand, i did double my score and that’s really impressive. on the other hand, the score is still total garbage and kind of embarrassing if it wasn’t already incredibly well established that i am really bad at taking tests no matter how well i know the material.

hopefully next time i won’t have the worst and longest cold ever.

i ended up spending like 2 hours hanging out with harrison and drawing on his blackboard. he said i draw really fast when i did a blue in about 30 seconds and i said “yes i’ve always drawn abnormally fast.” i did some base shape stuff with him and he showed me one of the symbols he’d been working on.

jennica wandered in at one point to talk about the em homework and i was gonna die. “what is that?” she asked. “harrison is teaching me how to draw,” i said. i knew that she knew it was total bs because i was holding the chalk and had been drawing when she came in so i made a big deal out of saying over and over that i definitely wasn’t the one drawing. i think she understood it was a joke.

i biked home and picked up my mail and ran a quick errand (the corner store doesn’t carry the item i want any more so that’s a bummer. i’m gonna have to figure out what i want to do about that. the cashier said they might start ordering it again). i fiddled around with the ac trying to get one of the buttons to do the thing i want but it doesn’t seem interested in doing anything but blowing hot air into my apartment. i made some dinner while i did my dishes... i was out of plates.

i should be drinking more tea but hot drinks just really don’t appeal to me right now.

then i sat down and started drawing. it took like an hour and a half to do three panels out of the seven on this one page. i had made my boards too crowded because i drew too big so i had to take pictures of my pages, load them up on my computer screen, and then erase my work and redraw each panel with everything a little bit smaller. it would have been fine except IT’S SO HOT AND IT’S SO HARD NOT TO SMUDGE MY LIGHTER LINES TO HELL.

snoopy was a little more active than usual today, at least when she was “hunting” for her cookies. i put them in slightly more out of the way places than usual and it looks like she got all of them in about ten minutes. i’m going to have to bump up the difficulty for her just a bit. though earlier i noticed that if i hide her cookies in places that require using her paws to get them out she won’t do it even if they are easily visible.

maybe getting all those mats off her underside improved her mood. seeing just how much fur got shaved off her stomach, it was probably really hindering her movement.

a good thing todayyyyyy isssssss while i was waiting for the doctor i wrote a whole bunch of notes about nastasia. since my classmates’ em period starts 2 hours earlier this semester i got to the doctor’s office about 40 minutes before my appointment so i just settled into a chair and grabbed my phone and started typing. i’m working really hard to give these characters a common thread and i think it fits pretty well with the general theme of the story. i don’t know if i’m laying it on too thick or not though. it’s hard to write drafts for comics except for the individual scenes you’re currently setting up. i can’t go back and change the beginning because it’s done and uploaded. all i can do is adjust the current page.

so that’s a challenge!!!

it’s fun that having a group of characters with different manifestations of the same flaw creates such a disaster though. count bleck is such a dumpster fire.

(i am also a dumpster fire and i write characters that are almost exclusively trash man level of emotional maturify)

GAAHHHHH IT’S GONNA BE 80 DEGREES TOMORROW??? THAT’S THE EARLY JANUARY WEATHER I WANT TO SEE!!!!!!

ok anyway it’s 10:45 now so i should probably start thinking about maybe getting ready for bed sometime. i’m so tired. but i really, really don’t want to sleep. i’m so tired of nightmares.

a good thing that i like about myself maybe is, uh, i’ve been working harder at following up with people lately. i was doing it before, but now i’m trying harder to make sure i ask people how a thing went if they bring it up earlier. like suzanne’s cousins are visiting today. i dunno. suzanne seemed impressed that i remembered, last time i did it with her. but now i don’t remember what it was i had asked her about!! i’m trying to find more ways to show people i care, i guess. as i get more and more sleep deprived though i am getting less good at remembering things to bring up in my conversations.

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