#and sorry for lack of art i am. so busy right now
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assignment from last month! a visual book inspired by the poem “someday i’ll love ocean vuong” by ocean vuong.
isolation’s honeypot: you and the world become indistinguishable
#ignore me struggling to turn pages with one hand#and sorry for lack of art i am. so busy right now#my art#posca illustration#nocgood
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hello hiii dcd anon (i’ll just use 🤡 anon from now on its easier) here, i hope i’m not making too many requests i’m very sorry if i am
a thought i’ve had for like a while is how demon skin works like, i feel like it’s less stretchy and soft to the touch than human skin because demons are simply just tougher, and also it heals faster. so what i am trying to get at is that demons probably don’t have like stretch marks? it rarely gets to a point their skin would do such a thing and even if it does it heals very fast so it’s not ever acknowledged.
so what about mc with like an abundance of stretch marks? like i can somewhat confidently say at least 15% of my body is just purple lines everywhere so i wonder how would the brothers react to that? once again sorry if i’m doing too many requests
it's alright ! all your requests are so fun to do so don't feel bad about them ! they're topics that i really like learning about
the brothers with an mc who has stretch marks
heads up: gn!mc, hc that demons and angels alike get stretch marks when overworking
lucifer
is probably curious about it
"so you're telling me humans don't smoothen out their skin easily? i see, i see"
probably doesn't even care, if you're still alive even with that abundant of stretch marks, there shouldn't be any problems
he might think it's a condition you're not telling him though
he'll try to rub pride on you if you're insecure about them
you're great just the way you are, mc. your appearance isn't going to change the person you are today
mammon
"what the hell happened to ya?????"
pretends he isn't worried, but he totally is
he'd ask a lot about how you got them because as far as he knew, demons get them when doing lotsa strenuous work
so at first he'd say you're stupid and to stop overworking
when you probably tell him it's not because of that he blanks
he'll understood soon enough
but he'll bark at people who'd look at you weirdly
leviathan
he raises an eyebrow at you
dang, what happened?
wouldn't speak it out though, afraid you're insecure and you'd dislike him
if you're self-conscious about it and see someone with "better" skin than you, he'd feel envy off of you right off the bat
he'd try to comfort you as much as he can
he likes sewing, so if you're insecure, he'd sew some clothes for you to make you feel better and look "prettier"
you're already pretty/handsome/great/awesome/good in his eyes, mc
satan
"i've read humans don't heal easily like demons, but i didn't expect this..."
he didn't mean it in a bad way, though. he'd have to assure you, he's just curious
he thinks it makes you prettier, because it's unique on you
encourages you to accept yourself, because these don't make you less beautiful
he turns demons who make fun of you into shreds behind your back
asmodeus
oh, sweetheart! those marks look so beautiful!
this man sees art in everything, so it's like seeing some intricate designs on your body, and he absolutely loves it
he offers you some soothing lotions though, because he knows they're not normal
if you're insecure about it, he'll absolutely fight you because honey, you're so beautiful!
you shouldn't think that way, it makes him sad
spa days bi-weekly to help soothe your marks
he destroys every demon's social lives when they make fun of you even just once
beelzebub
oh, you have marks, mc?
he sometimes gets them when he exercises a lot, so it's nothing new to him
but why aren't they going away for you
oh right, you're human
you look nothing different to him, anyway, it doesn't matter to him
he'd eat the people who'd look at you wrong
belphegor
this is why you should always nap with him, mc, now look, you've got marks-
oh, they've always been there on you?
he'd grimace since he sees stretch marks as a sign of lack of sloth, but he wouldn't judge you
would always use it as an excuse to cuddle with you though
demons looking at you wrong? eternal sleep, it is
IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I WAS SO BUSY :SOB: IM SORRY THEYRE SHORTER TOO RGAHH
#love them#remember to love yourselves you guys#obey me#omswd#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me satan#anon ask
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Soooooo I noticed you like Hassel and your boi's got daddy issues. So how about some headcanons of Hassel being someones father figure? Student or not whatever's easier for you please and thank you!
I got two asks about Hassel as a father figure in the same day as each other and that’s so funny to me. He just exudes dad energy huh? I’m going with a teenage student in this one rather than a young kid, though I can definitely be persuaded to do a different Hassel dad scenario! Um, I did end up getting a little project-y here, sorry about that. Oops- Hope you enjoy :D
CW: Absent father, implied bad mother, and feelings regarding that
Hassel As A Father Figure
- It’s easy to get attached to Hassel, especially if you’re a young teenager lacking praise or affection. Your own father is distant at best, and not in the picture at worst. You don’t let it bother you. Whenever one of your peers gives you their sympathy, you shrug it off. He hasn’t been in your life for a long time. How can you miss something you’ve never had? That is until an innocuous compliment from your art teacher makes you tear up. You manage to hide it behind your paper, but you know that your eyes sting and your heart simultaneously aches and soars inside the confines of your ribs. It’s hard not to feel ashamed. You thought you were beyond this, that whatever wound your father left closed up a long time ago. Evidently, you were wrong.
- Hassel notices. Of course, he does. Teenagers are never as good at hiding things as they think they are. Out of respect for your privacy, he doesn’t mention it. He does keep a closer eye on you, though. When you find yourself at his desk, nervously showing him what you’ve been working on, along with a heaping of praise, he adds that his door is always open if you need to talk.
- It takes you a while to take him up on his offer. During your lunch, Hassel happens to have a free period, and you’re too busy fidgeting with your lunchbox, wondering if you’re a weirdo for even showing up, to notice Hassel approaching you. He waves, invites you inside, and asks what you need. You shrug. “I don’t really have anyone to eat lunch with and I feel stupid just sitting at a table alone. Can I eat in here?”
- Hassel, of course, says yes. The art room is open to anyone for whatever reason. Would you prefer to eat in silence or talk? You decide on silence. He takes it in stride, offering you a smile before he sits down and works on his lesson plan. It takes you even longer to talk to him. Every so often, you’ll blurt out a question you had in class but were too shy to share. Hassel’s answers are never concise. The rest of your lunch is spent slowly working through your sandwich while he rambles.
- It’s during one of your lunch visits that Hassel’s cousin drops by, and he steps into the hall to give them a piece of his mind. You can’t help but listen. They’re right outside after all, and you can’t deny your curiosity. His situation isn’t the same as yours, but you can’t help but feel a bit of solidarity. His dad is far away, and though that is his choice, you want to know if there’s any common ground. Your dad left you. It was out of your control. How can you make yourself feel like you wanted that? That you were the one that left him. Would you go back to normal? You never felt like this before. Why now?
- Hassel steps back into the room, running an exhausted hand down his face, and starts to offer you an apology. Before he can speak, you beat him to it. “Do you ever miss your dad?”
- Not the most elegant way to start a conversation. You immediately recognize you may have shoved your foot in your mouth with an embarrassed blush. He’s caught off guard for a moment but recenters himself after a few seconds. “I do occassionally, but I am far happier here than I would have ever been at home.”
- “How do I, um.” You fidget with the strap of your lunchbox. “How do I stop? Missing him, I mean.”
- Hassel doesn’t have an answer for you. He does, however, decide at that very moment that you need someone. A strong guiding force to help you get through this. While there may be no easy solution, he knows that at your age, he would have appreciated support more than anything. His own relationship with his family is rocky. There was no one to foster his talent or interest outside of what was expected of him. There was no helping hand through that brief and lonely period right after he left home. No one to help him navigate his admittedly large emotions. If you ever need anything, no matter how big or small, you are welcome to ask. The same offer he gave you before, though, this time, there was a new weight to it.
- As usual, you start off small. Popping by during his free period to ask for advice on making friends, or whether he knows of any instance that Raifort allows late work. (She doesn’t) Eventually, you go a little deeper. You had a fight with your mom, and you know she’s wrong, but she made you feel childish and small. Hassel frowns and gently tells you that you’re right. She shouldn’t talk to you like that. For some reason, that makes you cry. Which you feel ashamed of because you shouldn’t be crying anymore. That fight was hours ago. You aren’t even mad anymore, so why are you crying? Hassel consoles you and tells you that it’s normal. It’s better to let it all out than keep it in. As he rubs your back, you end up sobbing even harder. He’s right, though. You do feel better after.
- On one of the lunches you spend with Hassel, Brassius happens to drop by. When he sees you, you’re almost taken aback by his grin. He always looks so serious on the billboards of Levincia, not to mention how intense he can be when he’s a guest speaker in class.
- “You must be that student Hass speaks so highly of.” He crosses his arms as he throws a glance at Hassel over his shoulder. “I am honestly surprised he hasn’t tried to pull out adoption papers yet.”
- There is a part of you that worries your attachment to Hassel is one-sided. You’ve accepted that you see him as a surrogate father, but you’ve also accepted that it’s likely he only sees you as a particularly friendly student. Maybe he pities you or something equally awful. Hearing Hassel’s scolding “Brassie!” and Brassius’ snort makes you realize how wrong you are. Even if you want to turn into a Slugma and hide in the vents for a little while.
#pokemon imagines#pokemon headcanons#pokemon x reader#elite four hassel headcanons#hassel headcanons#this is like 1000 words i went off#also brassius bringing up adoption papers is his roundabout way to tell you that he has picked u up by the scruff and hes ur dad now too#two dads for the price of one!
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Crème Brûlée and Sweets - Chapter 4
It had been over a week since her date with Joe, and aside from a text from him the next day, it's been mostly radio silence. Josie was put off by that. She thought they hit it off pretty well, but realized that her crush may have only been one-sided. Doubts started to swirl around like, 'Maybe he was just being nice? Maybe it was just to boost his online presence and be more relatable to fans? Wait - why would he do that when he clearly has a way bigger public profile than I have or will ever have?' Rinse and repeat.
For the most part, she kept herself busy with talking to her parents, facetiming Gaea, hanging with Mike, and cuddling with Biggs.
Gaea tried to talk her out of worrying about it, "Jo, he's just a guy that you barely know and hung out with once. I am not saying that to be a bitch, but I just don't want you to fall hard again. Let him come to you if he's interested!"
Josie buried her head into the sleeve of her hoodie and mumbled, "too late," at both statements. One, she was starting to fall for him - a hopeless romantic's greatest punishment - and two, she had messaged him a meme from the Office where Kevin spills his chilli everywhere. Nothing in return. That was yesterday. He didn't even read it.
Gaea groaned, "Joooooooooo - if I have to fly out to fucking Cincy and kick your ass, I fucking will! Who is this dude anyways to have you this hooked? He kicks balls for a living and probably isn't even that great!"
Josie lifted her head and glared back at her computer screen. "First of all, wrong sport. He's an American football player and is a quarterback. He's also a first round draft pick and Heisman recipient. Y'know, what Lexi is trying to do right now at 'Bama? His name is Joe Burrow."
Gaea stared blankly back. "That's supposed to mean something to me? I don't follow football and Lexi is a shithead with a few screws loose, so I normally don't listen beyond the bare minimum one call a week I have with him." She hummed quietly to herself while staring down at her phone. "Jo.. your hung up over this dude?? He looks like the kid from Home Alone if he grew up normal!" She starts to laugh a little to herself before scrolling through Google images.. "Wait a minute - is that? Nah, that can't be..."
Josie continued to glare at Gaea, not seeing the amusement in her reaction. "What?"
"He went to Ohio State? Soo... a guy I'm kind of seeing went to Ohio State."
"A guy? Is this guy a certain Joey Bosa who has liked all of your fucking instagram pics since the beginning of time? That guy? Wait - did you hook up before or after the mural job you got hired for at the Chargers training facility? What do you guys even have in common besides anime?"
Gaea scoffed and flipped her hair, "First of all, I got the job and then I fucked him weeks later. Let's get that straight right now, Ms. Jo! And we don't even talk football. He knows my lack of interest beyond the occasional update from my brother on his drafting prospects next season. We talk about art, gaming, travel, anime, and then we bone."
"Wait - so you ride my ass for being heartbroken over a dude ghosting me, but here you are hooking up with your own NFL player? What - how the fuck? I am confusion."
Gaea had an offended look on her face. "Listen, I never said don't hook up with him. Bone him if you want to. I highly encourage you do so and that you are careful. I'm just saying to be careful because I know you. There is nothing wrong with being a romantic. I think it's wonderful and I think you're going to find someone who recognizes that and will reciprocate that. I just don't want you to rush and be all in emotionally without being prepared. I love you, Jo, and I am sorry I was a bitch just now about it all."
Josie put a fake smile on her face, trying to not let her emotions slip up too much. "I know. I forgive you. We're just both a bunch of bitches to each other, but that's just us being us. I feel stupid that I'm even this impacted after a week of knowing the guy. I hate that I'm this way. It's why I don't date."
Gaea nodded, "I get it. Really I do. Listen, have you considered going back to therapy to talk about stuff? Sometimes there is an underlining experience that is the reason for things. I know my avoidance issues tend to come from the shit with my mom and my childhood. Not saying that's the reason for you, but talking to a mental health professional really gave me perspective I wasn't getting before. Wait - hold on a sec!" Gaea ducked out of view for a few moments.
Josie raised an eyebrow as she heard a deep voice greet Gaea as "babe" and then a few moments of mumbling before Gaea reappeared in the frame. "Hey, sorry, was letting my friend in."
"Your friend? That's what I am?" Suddenly a much taller and larger man ducked into the frame of the camera. "Hi Gaea's baking friend! I am Joey, her other friend who occasionally spends the night and buys her dinner. Nice to meet you."
Josie was starstruck for a moment, "holy fuck.." before clearing her throat. "Hi, Joey, I'm Josie, or Jo as Gaea usually calls me. Nice to meet you?" She said slightly uncertain. 'How do you great your best friend's boner buddy?'
"Ah! Now I know why you look familiar! I was just speaking with Burrow yesterday and he mentioned you." Joey smiled.
"Oh god.." Josie yanked her hoodie up over her face and dived face first into her couch, out of view from the camera.
"Is she ok?" Joey asked with concern.
"Yeah - she's just thinking about the Bunghole quarterback ghosted her."
Joey snickered at that, "Bunghole. Definitely changing Burrow's name in the chat to that. Anyway, nah, listen Josie? I'm going to yell at Burrow for not texting you back. Dude is a hopeless romantic with cold feet. He said he's pretty sure your out of his league and is scared you'll realize how big of a dork he is - which he definitely is. Much more of a dork than I am to be fair. I mean he watches Spongebob for fucks sake." Joey rambled.
"Morò, you watched Spongebob with me last night." Gaea interrupted.
"No, you had it on and I didn't want to bother you by changing the channel."
"But you actually changed it to that channel."
"Because I thought you wanted to watch it?" Joey sounded confused.
Josie sat back up slowly and pulled her hoodie back down. "Are we really discussing who watches Spongebob? Look, I really appreciate your help Gaea, and er- Joey, but I feel too embarrassed to ask anyone to do that - text him I mean."
"Oh, well.. too late? I texted him." Seeing Josie's face turn ghostly pale, Joey quickly interrupted. "Listen, he needs to hear this. If he doesn't address it now, you'll both continue dancing around each other for the rest of fucking eternity and the next time I see him for golfing, I don't want to listen to him cry to me, Nick, and Sam because he can't grow a set of balls."
Gaea nodded. "Yeah, it's bad enough I have to deal with Joey's brother Nick trying to slide in Nysa's DMs every other Saturday. I can't deal with anymore of you love sick fools."
"Wait - Nysa and Nick? They know each other?" Josie was confused once again.
Gaea nodded and rolled her eyes. "Kind of, but not really. He decided to use his Scooby Doo level investigative skills and discovered I had a sister when he found out about me and Joey. All he discovered was that she's pretty 'hot' - according to the text he sent Joey," She glared his way and he looked away as if he had no idea what she was talking about, "Long story short, he sent a follow request and has been trying to hoe it up in her DMs ever since. You know Nysa is the serious type, yeah? I told her straight up that he's a hoe and it's a no. Yeah, so that's that."
Josie started to laugh a bit at that. "You're ok with her calling your brother a hoe?" She asked Joey who was sitting there with his own grin at Gaea's blunt and harsh description of is little brother.
"I mean, if it was anyone else who said that shit, I'd be a bit mad. But it's Gaea and she's right. He's in his hoe phase right now. What's it they're saying on Twitter? City boys up? That's him."
Josie and Gaea started laughing at that image painted in their mind by Joey's description. He joined in at their reaction.
Once they all stopped laughing, Josie sighed, "Thanks for talking with me guys. I am going to get off here and get started on dinner. It was really nice meeting you, Joey. Gaea, we'll talk soon?"
Joey waved and got up from the couch, disappearing from view.
"Course. I'll probably call you tomorrow or something. Let me know how things go. I'm a flight away and I have a black belt in taekwondo. If shit goes down, I'm coming up there to Cincy to kick ass!"
Josie smiled and blew her a kiss, "Of course you would. Love you! Bye!"
Gaea blew her a kiss back, "love you too and ciao! talk soon!"
The facetime ended and Josie shut her Mac.
Within a few seconds a text popped up on her phone's screen.
Joe Brrr
Hey, sorry I've been MIA. Can I call you now? If you have time to talk.
Josie sighed before weighing out her options. Who was she kidding? She wanted to hear what he had to say.
Josie
Sure.
"Now or never, I guess." She mumbled to herself as his call popped up.
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What’s up, Current content & Original story starting point
Hey guys! I’m getting back on track with the move now over, and I have my full focus on art and writing again!
I know many of you are getting a bit impatient with the lack of updates on my fics - which is fair, they’ve been without new chapters for a few months now! However, I have been very busy with a lot of other stuff (travels, moving, crafting the dolldrops), and my focus seems to always be on one thing at a time, which hasn’t been the stories of ANSSW or MDD for the moment.
This doesn’t mean I’m abandoning them. The updates will just be a little slower since I write those stories when I feel like it. The reason why the Prequel was written so quickly, was because it was my main focus at the time. I have ADHD, I tend to hyperfocus on one thing for a while, then move to the next. Right now, my focus has been on the Helper Bot AU, commission work, and my original story of Dreamflower.
I might be able to go back to hyperfocusing on ANSSW and MDD, but as for now, they’re getting updates whenever I feel like it. The fics are content I give you guys for free, as art and writing is mostly just my hobby (excluding Patreon and commissions). And since I’m not working this summer, I’m doing commissions. So technically they’re my summer job, lol. So work comes first, and fanfics a bit later.
I am a disabled person with long-term fatigue. There are many days when I can’t make content at all because of how tired I am. And since I have so many projects and AUs and interests (most of them circling around Sun and Moon though), sometimes I’m more focused on other projects than I am on the others. So sorry about that!
This is not what I wanted to talk about, though. Just to give a little heads-up on what’s going on behind the screen!
My genuine wonders lie within the original story of Dreamflower right now, and I would love to hear your opinion on this.
I know most of you follow me for my Sun & Moon stories and AUs, but I can genuinely tell you if you like my storytelling, LGBTQ+ themes, with angst and fluff; I think you’ll enjoy the story of Luan and Solros a lot, since they are based on my Animutant Moon and Sun after all!
While building the story and its characters, and besides a few Tumblr ask answers and drawings, I am really eager to tell their story and work on the universe with you. But right now it all seems to be still stuck in my head and drawers.
I really wish to make Dreamflower into a Webtoon one day. But to get there, I need to get faster at drawing, and figure out the story fully before I can start drawing it. Besides being a visually driven person, I’m also really wordy (ADHD trait, I talk even more than I write). So writing a comic script from scrap, where I need to keep the story moving at a good pace, seems like a lot of work to my wordy brain.
So, I wondered: what if I write first and then script the comic from there?
This way I would be able to get the story out and delivered - with as many words as my heart desires - while also being able to publish content about my original story.
Of course, this would push back the actual starting point of the comic itself, but I have realised this story and its universe are a passion project of mine; I don’t really care how long it takes, since I’m mostly doing it in my free time anyway.
So I have a few options I’d like you to help me pick out from:
Write the story of Dreamflower in the order it should be told, and publish it to AO3. Currently, there wouldn’t be an ending point, since the story itself continues far after where the Webtoon would end.
Same thing, but publish future scenarios/oneshots to Tumblr or AO3 separately too (usually these scenes take place after Solros and Luan have started dating, and they would appear in the main story if you’d like me to keep them secret until in that part of the story.)
Most likely, similar to ANSSW & MDD, I would include art in each chapter for visuals. I’ve found this type of content creation very appealing to myself, as it allows me to both tell a story and draw a scene from the story without it becoming overwhelming like a comic.
So, any thoughts on this? Which way would be a good way to go?
Thanks for reading! I hope you’re having a good summer! (Or winter if you live on the other side of the globe! c:)
I'll be taking a little break again next month when travelling again, but I'll mention that again a bit closer to the date! Just wanted to give a little notice of what’s going on at the moment!
-Chill
#update#life update#pixel talks#animutants#a not so sunny world#my dear daffodil#dreamflower#original story#adhd stuff
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An update
Lately I haven't been active and it's spanned much longer than I intended. I originally thought it was the Team Science Zine sucking up all my energy (that zine was awesome but a beast to make) but I now realize that may have been me trying to convince myself of an untrue reality. I've been exhausted all the time with no time for me. I'm also dealing with more personal issues and being in a period of transition uses a lot of spoons. Hopefully I'll resolve some issues through therapy or other means but it's a lot to balance and I don't necessarily have the resources to take on everything. Unfortunately, art and writing has taken a backseat for the time due to everything going on. It is what it is, I hope to create again one day. However, the end of DAC as an account may be nearing.
I know I've been silent/quiet for months. I know I've not finished anything. I have few WIPs but they're limited in development and not something I want to post. Overall the Dear-Alex-Chill account is fading on all fronts and I'm not sure I want it to revive. I know my stuff rarely shows up in places, in part because of the niche I drew myself into, but also a lack of relevancy in what I produce. I honestly haven't touched digital art in a while, I do miss it. However, I'm exhausted constantly or I'm under the perception I'm too busy to do it, carving time is hard right now. I am considering leaving everything up and just sorta orphaning my account, I would never delete my writing and I don't like the prospect of deleting my art, but actively maintaining a social media like that is taxing and not something I can do right now. DAC might turn into an archive of sorts and when I'm ready I'll start anew entirely with a new name and page. Or maybe I'll come back in a while ready to get going again, I'm not sure.
Some of the lack of desire to revive was a slightly toxic culture. When things blew up around me (not really at me though but like Tumblr? Yk) I felt the need to step back and a part of me just never wanted to return. Moots, I love you guys, you're the reason I stayed so long. But sometimes it's hard to want to engage in a community of people that dislike you and that you generally dislike, it's tiresome. Wacky and Sikyu especially, you guys were awesome to talk to (I'm just mentioning you two specifically because I feel really bad for leaving you guys with no context after months of hyper-dumping hcs and ideas. Anyone I've repeatedly dmed or shared my hcs with and talked to, I do miss you all. Everyone is owed an apology but that's a lot of names to write.) It's hard to stay in a place you don't want to be, especially when you feel you're leaving those close to you, but I think it's of my best interest to step away from DT and TtS/RTA.
To my followers, I'm sorry you haven't gotten what you followed for.
To the anons and haters, cool. Have fun with your lives, I believe in karma but don't act on it, it's not my job to enforce karma, that's the universe's job.
To my mutuals/friends, I haven't forgotten you all and I do think about you. It's just hard to reply or I feel bad reaching out after so much silence. Hopefully I'll be chatty again or return to some normalcy later and I'm sorry I didn't tell any of you earlier.
Overall this just serves as a message/wellness check. I'm still here, I still lurk, but I don't really know if I want to stay active. When I decide to either orphan or revive, I'll let you all know in a new post, but for now here's what's been happening. I love y'all.
See ya later.
(yes this was on insta in slides form, Tumblr hates me uploading more than 3 photos at a time)
#slight vent ish???#idk I'm trying to explain everything without directly venting everything#its prolly not working but thats ok
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[DANNYMAY23] DAY 26 + 31 Art/Fic Switch & FREE DAY
"okay i don't think i could do day 26 lol-" say sike right now
SO HERE WE ARE!! THE FINAL(BELATED) DAY OF DANNYMAY!!!
tbh this year was busy year, like i had some ups and downs to keep my motivation, but now i made it! i didn't wanted to have same lack of energy had last year! f//king horray!!!
so this is art/fic switch mixed with FREE day yeah? so i forced myself write a fanfic(witch is rarely do) but there's twist:
IT'S A CROSSOVER FIC!!!
also disclaimer here: sometimes mostly typo are awful it's because ofc...it's my first fanfic...
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"ouch...my...head." said Danny, he opened his eyes in middle of forest,
It was barely dark, he stands up and looking around himself, he has no idea what happened in while ago, the fact he knows he was fighting with one of his ghost enemies earlier that, but that sudden flash makes it harder to remember the details.
He stands up little bit sloppy, his legs felt tired and....strange??..."I feel weird, but at least I'm alright-"
"Hi!"
"AAAAAAH!" He jumped out of fear by that pink horse, that pink horse just spammed out of nowhere, "Hey HEY Calm down! are you alright?!" they asked,
"WHO ARE YOU?!" Danny was shocked for sec, he still have no idea what is going on.
"You must be lost don't ya?, no worries" said pink one.
"...HUH?!"
"Follow me!" As she walks away,
"Uhh...wait!" He follows her.
"Can you tell me where am I?, what is this place??" Danny asked,
"Oh!, were in everfree forest!", "okay annndddd...what are you? Like are a mythical thing or?"
"No! I'm a pony just like you!" Pink answered,
"Alright then why you- wait..."
He started to check on himself, his hooves, tail, wings and any single details of himself.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?!?!, HOLY SH-" he look at himself on lake, turns out he's not a human anymore(okay for short he's a pony now)
"I'M...I'M A HORSE!!!!" said freaked out
"Hey, are you...alright?" pink asked with curiosity
"...wait", turns out that flash he remembered was the explosion from one of his friend's laboratory caused this situation!.
"...godamit jimmy..."(yes nicktoons unite ref)
"Who's jimmy?" pink summoned, again.
"AH!!...can you stop doing this?!, I'm already freaking out."
"Oops sorry!" Said pink one, she was energetic and upbeat, is sounds it looks like they casually on sugar rush(that's my best to describe pinkie pie and I don’t say her name yet so we going to call her pink)
"*sigh* calm down danny, calm down..."Finally Danny calms down put himself together” I hope there's way to come back home." Said to himself.
"...so do you wanna come with me?" pink asked
"Huh?"
"I said wanna come with me?"
"... I don't want stay In this dark forest so uhh yeah I guess."
"Great!, let's go!"
They walking around the town, it seems like everyone know pink, and sometime in middle on their way she takes some orders, some sort of pastries or cupcakes, “think she have some have a bakery or something” danny said to himself.
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They started walking in forest for exit, sound of munching leafs under their hoofs and the sound of birds and little crickets was around the this dark forest.
Pink break the silence(wait didn’t I just pointed the sound of forest?)"So what are you doing here?, I surprised you didn't get affected by poison joke yet!"
"Uhhh what?...no I just ended up this place...for some reason."
"Oh! I bet that must be a big fall heh"
" heh yeah."
"so...you said we are ponies, yeah?" Danny asked
pink nodded, "yeah! I'm a earth pony and you're a Pegasus!, that means you can fly!"
"Uhh okay?” he looks at his wings for moment, it was bright white as his fur, something like swan “and second why are doing here in this dark forest?, are you finding something or?", pink answered "Nope!, I just came back from Zecora's home for some books and stuff for twilight!"
"twilight?"
"Yup! My friend! Don't worry you gonna met her soon as we arrived in ponyville!"
"The only thing I want is com back to my universe."
"Your?...universe?" and she froze after min, "yeah the place I liv-" pink jumped on his words "NO WAY!!! YOU MUST BE CAME FROM THAT WORLD TWILIGHT TRAVELED THERE!!!!"
"Wait WHAT?!" danny has no idea what she talking about "what do you mean?, are telling me she did travelled to the human world??" he asked.
"Something something YES!!, maybe she knows about your problem!"
"Wait really?!, if it is so..."
"Here we are!!!" they finally arrived in ponyville!, seems like a peaceful town, every multi coloured ponies was there, in any types like some of them are unicorn, pegasus and some of them are simple like pink!,
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“twilight! Were here!” they finally arrived to twi’s castle, it was shiny and crystals was in the walls, shiny and purple.
There you are! pinkie you late little bit…and who is this pony?” said twilight a purple alicorn with dark blue and pink and purple stripes, she comes close to them, pinkie give those books and tools she wanted and introduced danny to twilight “twilight!, I found this pony in middle of everfree!”
“uhh…hi? hehe..nice to meet y-”, “he comes from that world from the mirror!” pinkie jumped in danny’s words
“HEY!” danny added ”I was talking right there!”.
Pinkie’s words caught twilight‘s attention, she looks at danny ”wait?, you said what?”, pinkie said again shortly ”he came from another universe!”.
Twilight comes closer to danny ”you came from human world?!”, “uhh…yeah, I mean I was about to say that but yes I am!” danny answered.
“… pinkie pie, can you go for moment, I need to talk to this guy”
TO BE CONTINUED?(i hope not...)
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look if you all liked it will nice but if not...GOOD.
cya next year!
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heya im here requesting kevin…again. how about kevin and reader are secretly dating and the way hunter finds out is that kevin n reader have a pregnancy scare so they arent as careful and accidentally leave the pregnancy test out on the open in her room and then hunter later sees kevin kiss her and hunter freaks out on them. ofc dont feel pressured to write this ty for the consideration! <3
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sorry this took so long!
kevin schlieb x reader. although they/them pronouns were used its involves pregnancy so yk.
cw- pregnancy, like 2 curse words, hunter being slightly obnoxious, slight panic?? idk tbh
“fucking hell.” you let out an exasperated sigh, sitting on the edge of your bed as your leg bounces up and down anxiously.
“what am i gonna do?” you ask yourself quietly, looking down to your hand with the pregnancy test in it.
you put the test on the corner of your dresser, taking a steadying breath.
“what day is it?” you question, pulling your phone out of your back pocket.
“sunday. so i can tell him tomorrow at school. great. however, i have no idea what im gonna tell hunter but ill figure that out when the time comes!”
after going downstairs and getting a snack you go back in your room and put a movie on, falling asleep soon after.
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hunter hadn’t heard anything from y/n’s room in a while, so decided to check on her. quietly opening the door he looked around their room and soon see them lying on their bed.
“y/n!” he whisper-yelled.
“are you sleeping?”
he receives no response, so he walked over to the bedside table, grabbing the bowl sat there to take it to the kitchen, but something caught his attention making him pause.
‘this better not be positive’ he thought to himself as he eyed the pregnancy tester sat innocently on the desk.
he stared at the middle of it.
‘shit, its positive. did they see this before they fell asleep? should i wake them up? no let them sleep stupid if they didnt see it thell see it when they wake up tomorrow’ so many thoughts rush through his head, and it’s not even his problem to deal with.
one particular thought nagged at the back of his head until he couldn’t ignore it anymore.
‘who? who are they doing stuff with? i mean like y/n’s one of the most single people i know. well- not as single as me but… close enough!’ he thought to himself again.
hunter quickly came to the conclusion that he wouldn’t tell anyone. it wasn’t his issue, and was quite frankly none of his business. he would just wait and see how this all plays out.
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as the obnoxiously loud ringing of the bell shocks you, you get up from your seat along with the other 20 kids in your class and exit the classroom.
the only difference this time was that instead of kevin going to a normal class, he would go with hunter to band practice.
before he could open the door, y/n grabbed kevin’s arm and pulls him behind it, making him jump.
“woah, hey! don’t you have art right now?” he questioned.
you always liked the fact that you both remembered eachother’s class schedule. you always knew where the other was.
“yeah but listen i have to tell you something. and i know you’re busy right now and have stuff to do and-“ you ranted.
kevin cuts your ramblings short by placing his hands on your shoulders.
“hey, slow down. i can skip today if you want.” he says moving his calloused hands up and down your arms soothingly.
“no i don’t want you to skip.” your voice slightly calmer.
“impregnant.” you speak so quickly your words merged together.
kevin’s eyes widened and he didn’t say anything at first. he just stared at you.
“are you coming or what? you need to practice more man!” hunter yells to him, rolling his eyes and not giving anyone the chance to respond.
tears started forming in your eyes, his lack of response starting to scare you.
he glanced around awkwardly and took both of your hands in his
“hey hey it’s ok!” he says reassuringly.
“no kevin it’s not, what are we gonna do?” you say, voice shaking.
“well. we have a few options and we have time to decide. we will figure something out.” he leans in to kiss you not noticing that hunter never walked away from the door.
“oh my god! you? kevin? seriously!” hunter yells in disgust, swinging open the door to the music room.
“y/n, out of all the people you could’ve banged and you chose this nerd?” hunter laughed, smacking kevin on the back of his head playfully.
#kevin schlieb#kevin schlieb x reader#metal lords#Metal lords x reader#jaeden lieberher#jaeden lieberher x reader#jaeden martell#jaeden martell x reader#hunter sylvester#Hunter Sylvester x reader#emily spector#emily spector x reader#adrian greensmith#Adrian Greensmith x reader#isis hainsworth#isis hainsworth x reader#x reader#x y/n#x yn#y/n#yn
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I love the expressions of Dan and Meg in your t4t reanimator art, you've captured that moment really well 💚 I love the idea of trans Dan as well as trans Herbert because it adds an interesting dimension to the Bride and what gender means in that rebuilt context outside of being a reconstruction of Meg
THANK YOU THANK YOU i am so so so so unwell about them there is so much interesting things that trans dan can add to the narrative and i haven't spend one waking moment not thinking about it.
like that scene happening with only minimal changes, herbert's lack of response to the obvious scars making meg wary of him while it compels dan...
herbert revealing to dan that he does not care about the chest scars because he has them himself, telling him that he does not get to tell meg because it is none of her business, despite dan insisting that she is a good person, that she would understand.
Dan now backing up Herbert not only because he sees what they could achieve but also because of the deep kinship he feels, that he is not allowed to talk about to anyone aside from herbert himself, which he refuses to do because it would not be them if everything wasn't layered in communication issues...
AND YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT ABOUT THE BRIDE CONTEXT in their hands it's the clay of life!!!!!! the beauty of creation vs. the horror of realising that whatever made meg who she is was not revived with the heart;;;
like god do not get me started on the scene where herbert is about to inject the reagent while saying "and god created woman" before dan stops him and tells him "let me" and herbert. does just. let him... it makes me sick!!
two types of tboy swag, one greatly loved, the other greatly loathed, and all they think about is each other. they are the only ones who could understand each other but they don't talk about it so they DON'T UNDERSTAND UGH
sorry for that, got a bit carried away here haha :') thank you again for liking my t4t danbert brainworms
#ask#don't mind me i am. unwell about them. their love is complicated. just how i like it#ALSO I HATE SHARING MY THOUGHTS ABOUT STUFF LIKE THIS BC I AM EMBARRASSED i am literally the comic relief character.#talking about things that matter throws me off my balance ESPECIALLY if it's. more visible. i can be unhinged in tags just fine#but here? oh god. the mortifying ordeal of being known... baring my trans soul to the world to judge
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hey. look at this part of my favorite scene from wise guys
WILSON: That building with the pelican on top, that’s one of Addie’s, isn’t it?
PARIS: The Gulf Stream Club. Exquisite.
WILSON: Yeah. Although... I’m not sure it helps to have a post office in front of it.
PARIS: Your brother’s had to work around the structures that were here when we arrived, a church or two, firehouse. Challenges, he called them.
WILSON: Well, he would. Still, you must get jealous.
PARIS: Jealous?
WILSON: Of the guys who got to start with a clean slate. Coral Gables, Miami Beach, one minute nothing but dirt and sand, the next minute, an entire city.
PARIS: Yes—of shoebox bungalows for bank clerks and retired grocers. I assure you, there’s no danger of your brother wanting to design a place like that.
WILSON: I don’t believe he could design a place like that. What I do believe is that that Gulf Stream Club should be where Addie’s work begins, not where it ends. I believe he can begin with brick and stone, combine them with space and light and conjure up something that would take your breath away. A city, yes. But not a dump like Coral Gables, a magical metropolis. A living, breathing work of art. A Venice, or an Athens, but brand new, bathed in a new light of a new world, and entirely and uniquely his. Forgive me, I get excited. I think it’s ‘cause I’m not on drugs. Something wrong?
PARIS: No. No, it’s just, it suddenly struck me. When I first came down here, I had a dream. At least, that’s what I called it. I wanted to build an artists’ colony. The greatest artists’ colony in all the world. My father sneered at me and said, “the business of America is business.” And now, here I am, four years later, selling real estate to rich old ladies.
WILSON: And proving he was right.
PARIS: Exactly.
WILSON: This is... this is too perfect. Don’t you see? Here you are, feeling like you’ve betrayed your dream, when you’re that close to making it come true.
PARIS: I’m sorry, I don’t see—
WILSON: What did you want? To be a patron of the arts. What did you become? A patron of an artist. A great artist, poised on the brink of making the greatest art of his career.
Wilson’s monologue about Addison being underscored by ‘Talent’ is such a nice touch. In fact, the scene is introduced with a vamp from ‘Talent.’ And Victor Garber’s delivery just hits some really good emotion… plus, seeing how Wilson and Paris talk about Addison when he’s absent gives SO MUCH to dig into with their respective relationships to Addison and each other.
In all versions of the show, Addison talks to their mother about Wilson, so we get to see him speak about Wilson without Wilson in the scene. However, outside of Wise Guys, Wilson doesn’t talk to Paris/Hollis about Addison, and we lose seeing the genuine admiration Wilson has for his brother’s skill (well, *essentially* genuine—we’re shoving aside the ulterior motive). In Wise Guys, we get to see Wilson’s (somewhat) sincere assessment about their relationship as brothers.
Paris(/Hollis) always starts off with a positive relationship with Addison as business partners (and has an explicitly romantic relationship with Addison in Road Show), but this is the only scene we get actual information about Paris’ perspective on Addison’s architecture. And even though most of the actual description and praise comes from Wilson, Paris commenting with details of Addison’s process and mindset—“Challenges, he called them”; “I assure you, there’s no danger of your brother wanting to design a place like that”—definitely adds an air of intimacy that’s lacking in all future versions of the show. It’s a lot less convincing in Road Show where Hollis essentially. Summarizes this conversation that happened entirely offscreen in a single verse.
The conversation also adds actual depth to the Paris-Wilson dynamic. This is more interpretation, but later in the conversation Paris essentially says ‘I’m not sure Addie knows you feel this way’ and Wilson says ‘He has his secrets, I have mine’ which, in my opinion, helps a lot with establishing a convincing reason for Paris to buy into Wilson’s plan—he’s given evidence that Wilson genuinely cares about Addison, and therefore an indication that Addison and Wilson’s relationship can be repaired. Of course, his main motivation is supporting Addison’s art, and another pretty big motivation is probably the money (as much as he says money doesn’t matter) (get real lol), but I really like interpreting this scene as Paris seeing the brothers’ dynamic from the outside and kinda going: I Can Fix Them. Which is a motivation that’s completely absent in Bounce and Road Show, but it’s especially egregious in Road Show because in Road Show, Hollis just looks like an idiot that fell for Wilson’s con.
Anyway, back to Wilson, I think this scene and ‘Call It Home’ are absolutely essential for Wilson’s character to have depth so it’s an absolute travesty that neither of them survive to future versions of the show :/
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I want so much to have more time for creative things... I barely have time to continue my Gremia/Damian fic (and despite lack of time I WRITE IT), I have so many ideas, want to tell about Byrgenwerth life of my favourite scholar four - Micolash, Rom(my little ginger sigma-female), Laurence and Caryll, explain my vision of their lifes and write lots of headcanons for them! Explain how Gehrman and Laurence met, how old is Gehrman in my opinion (at least how old he WAS during byrgenwerth era), who is Willem and why he is cool character, tell the whole story of Gremia! I realised yesterday that I see him as a complete complicated person with flaws, funny stories, good and bad sides, things that he likes and dislikes, his possible connection with other characters. I think I have the whole vision of a bloodborne lore by now!
Want to share so much! But time... :'^( I didn't even finish my comic (3 of 6 panels) yet but I still remember about it!
Yesterday I started new drawing again, don't like how I draw at all, I guess it's a sort of period of self-digging? I drew sketch for Micolash/Saint Adeline art but god it's so hard right now. That time of being artist (lol I am not tbh) again. No good line in 10 minutes of struggling wtf I need to sit, take a deep breath in, breath out and draw, learn, read guides, but TIME!!
I want to tell that I ship Micolash/Adeline (as MicoEdgar, both are good, just in different time of Mico's life), Laurence/Rom, Gehrman/Lady Maria, Gremia/Damian, Caryll/Rom in their young age and etс!! Iship lots and lots of things
And with my head full of ideas and cool stuff I have 1 fucking day to take rest of work, and tomorrow 31th of December I am gonna work and it will be hard (I couldn't even guess that life of florist is so hard)
SO!
I often got into depressive mood but husband and friends from Tumblr take me out of it just posting their stuff and being themselves and talking with me sometimes. Just know my mutuals that I may not talk with you but I love your works, what you write, post and everything... Just no energy. All I do is reblog and like your amazing stuff and what you reblog sorry
If you want - send me asks, because even if I am so busy, when someone wants me to do something (write, draw and ;alejfrwlemfgvew;) I'll do it with much more motivation than if I would want myself to do something!
Hope New Year will be great! I always got sensitive when it comes to New Year, cry often when it's 00:00 because I overcome with feelings - so many things have passed, those I deeply cherish in my heart and those I hate (but never really want to forget something! ANY experience makes us stronger and helps to survive). I hope you all will have wonderful year! Even if you feel bad - I have a belief that destiny leads us to places where we MUST be and it is always something that is best for all. World is living in balance with it's good and bad, I always say that. Just maybe we need to look around ourselves and look for good things that surround us but we don't see them/don't care about them/don't want to know.
#personal stuff#You WILL BE HAPPY AND JOYFUL I tell you so now go do your silly things :P#Absouletely useless fact - me and husband came to a conclusion that I am Micolash of our family :'D#And there are reasons for it xD#But nobody got hurt I swear#Only maybe my pride#:^)#I feel how my head becomes empty again#amazing feeling#i don't know if I am asocial or just shy or just introvert or all of them together#also FANTOMETTE my dear I didn't see your reblog of my post about astigmatism found it yesterday!!#can I say that it's cool that we both are wearing them now? xD (I don't know if you like it but I am thrilled)
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🥀kagami tsurugi🥀
after the trailer that i’m still 100% ok after watching i thought this was fitting.
it’s been a while since i posted art, but i’ve been on a kagami kick since saturday 😅 and tik tok gave me new art tutorials to experiment with. also i would like to thank frozer for having a picture of kagami’s side profile for reference i definetley wouln’t have gotten the hair semi-accurate without it and nose shape.
i’ve also been on a genshin impact kick. i finished the prolouge last night and dang, i thought it was beautiful.
actually i have some updates!
🥀i’m so sorry for the lack of art lately work has been really busy and i don’t really have time.
🥀fic update: ok, so I might post part 2 on sunday, but i don’t know yet. i might write a few chapters then post them so if i get really busy that i still have time to do post updates :D
🥀art: so, i have some more art planned for a little while longer, but i feel like art block will hit me like a bus so later this week and i am going to open requests about wednesday maybe? or i might not due to not having much time, but i think i will. also, i am going to be experimenting a lot with coloring.
🥀comic: it’s coming along! i actually am going to put a pin in the one i’m working on to start working on my halloween comic! i want to get started now so that it will be out in october! so, thank you all for being so amazing!
🥀shop: so i’m opening a shop! right now it’s in the planning phase, but i’d like to get all the materials over the holidays when things are on sale! and i think i will probably open i’d like to say around may or june of next year! i’m mainly going to be making stickers!
reblogs are appreciated!
have an amazing day/night! and have an ice cream 🍦 it’s hot
#miraculous ladybug#kagami tsurugi#kagami tsuguri#ml fanart#mlb fanart#fanart#art#blackarist#artists on tumblr#my art#procreate
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I'm so sorry for the lack of art and stuff guys
There's a few things I'm trying to work on when I have the time, work is just stupidly busy around Christmas so I'm basically at the venue 24/7 right now and I am exhausted
I haven't forgotten any pieces I've promised or ideas I've been so graciously given by others, I just have like no time rn
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Whilst I’m on this account! (No new art I’m sorry! My mental health has not been well and I recently moved into my own flat and started college! Very busy and very poorly atm, I’m sorry! I work on it yes yes!!!!)
I’d just like to apologise to anyone that messaged me recently. I keep making excuses but the truth is, I really haven’t felt well enough to really accept kindness or had the energy to reply to messages right now. I’m very sorry, ‘cause some of u are so fucking nice to me and I truly am grateful! I wish I could truly appreciate this kindness I have been afforded, but I’m just not well enough to at the moment. The past two years have been the worst in my life, and I haven’t been myself in so long. I’m so grateful to have people following me that care enough to send pleasant words my way, and I truly am sorry for not being able to reciprocate that kindness. It certainly doesn’t go unappreciated, though I imagine it must feel like that. Sorry. I truly do not deserve such kind words.
My apologies for the lack of art and excess of personal posts currently. I am almost finished on making a Kanae plushie, and have finished a Shuu prototype (he’s not perfect, but he is little and I made him), and I have some fic stuff in the works for OCs and that.
so hopefully soon I can have something to show for this dumb little blog.
Thank u for sticking with me, stay ghosty my lovelies!!!!
(Love be upon ye!!!!!!)
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Crossroad ♱ Crowd 3
Location: Downtown
Adonis: ……
(...This is awkward. I don’t know how to get there.)
(Today, Sakuma-senpai and the others are apparently having a Live at an underground music venue… For future reference, I thought I should go see it.)
(At this rate, I don’t think I’ll be able to even get there. Should I have asked Hasumi-senpai or someone to make a map for me?)
(But, it looked like Senpai and everyone else have been pretty busy lately.)
(Sometimes they’d get in touch with me and take me along to their lessons, but… They’re really only looking after me at Sakuma-senpai’s request.)
(It’s not like we’re friends or anything. They have their burdens, so I shouldn’t get in the way of that.)
(My older sisters get really mad if I bother them while they’re absorbed in their work, too.)
(And in restraining myself from doing that, I lost the chance to talk to them… This is no good. Try as I might, I am too nervous around strangers.)
(It’s already time for the Live to start, so calling Hasumi-senpai now is out of the question.)
(If they’re performing, there’s no way I’d get in touch with him.)
(Aside from them, I don’t know anyone…)
(I wonder if people are afraid of me because of my physique, I don’t feel like I fit in well at school.)
(Because Sakuma-senpai went through the trouble of introducing us, should I be more proactive in getting to know Hasumi-senpai and the others?)
(But since Hasumi-senpai is in a different year than me, there aren’t many times where we see each other at school.)
(Oogami rarely comes to school, and whenever I get close to him he glares at me, so I don’t think he likes me.)
(It’s hard for me to start up a conversation. If we were in the same club, or maybe a group, then maybe I could talk to them without any troubles.)
(After escaping the oppression of my older sisters, I thought I’d live more freely in this country.)
(But I’m used to having someone else ordering me around, so when I’m all on my own I don’t know what to do.)
(Do I have no choice but to wander as a foreigner, belonging nowhere?)
Souma: Good day, sir. How dost thou?
Adonis: …? Are you talking to me?
Souma: Ay. Dare I say, thou lookest to be lost. If thou dost will it, shall I be thy guide?
Adonis: Oh… That’s very kind of you. Thank you.
Souma: Nay, ‘tis but coincidence. I left something at the school and thus went to retrieve it.
I see thou wearest the same uniform as I; thou art my schoolmate, I presume. ‘Tis a natural thing to support and help one another.
As they say: He must needs go that the devil drives.[1]
Adonis: …I’m sorry, I don’t understand what you mean by that.
Souma: Ah, forgive me. It seems my manner of speaking is considered archaic to others. Oft people are quite baffled! Ha ha ha ♪
Adonis: No, it’s because I am not very familiar with Japanese yet, so I don’t understand it well.
Souma: Not familiar with it? Too modest art thou. Thou speakest fluently, and more correctly than I.
Adonis: ……
Souma: Hm? Prithee, is there something on my face?
Adonis: No… Sorry, I might be mistaken, but is that a Japanese sword attached to your waist?
Souma: Ay, is it strange? But that be true: It is a tachi, one passed down through the Kanzaki clan. Behold, lo, the blade’s beautiful pattern… ♪
Adonis: Wow… Incredible. This is my first time seeing one. A–are you a samurai, then?
Souma: Hm? I do come from a warrior line… I would not face judgment to call myself a warrior, myself, nor a samurai.
Howe’er, I still lack experience; I have no right to boast as one to embody all that a samurai is.
Adonis: No, I’d say you’re a samurai; you have a sword, after all. Everyone always told me you could only see them in movies…
This is amazing—There really were samurai all along?
Souma: Haha. Perdie, the Sengoku and Edo periods are not so distant in the past. There might e’en be a ninja around, should’st thou search for one.
How rapid this country did modernize; yet, it remains a land of warriors.
Adonis: W–would it be all right to take a photo with you? Sorry if that’s rude; I really want to show it to everyone in my home country!
Souma: O–ohh…?
Adonis: And if possible, I’d like to get your autograph, too! To Otogari Adonis-san, please…!
Do you know how to spell that? Oh, I don’t have any brushes or an inkstone like what a samurai would use, though!
Souma: Hmm… Adonis-dono, is it? I little understand it, but this is the first time I’ve been asked to give mine autograph. I would say I’m embarrassed ♪
Oh, but I have become an idol… I did think the day would come that mine autograph would be requested.
Now that time is upon me, and yet I find myself shaking.
Oh, that I had asked my calligraphy teacher to help me design a proper signature…
Umm, where would you have me sign?
‘Tis unfortunatel but I am but a novice idol… I have brought no shikishi boards with me.
Adonis: W–what’s best? Should I have you sign my shirt? I’ll take it off right now!
Souma: O me, in public…? I–I would imagine the… “convenience store” yonder doth sell shikishi boards, so shall I buy one.
Bare not thy skin without reason, Adonis-dono.
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Collaboration with: ciel
souma’s original idiom here is「袖振り合うも多生の縁」(sodefuri au mo tashou no en), which means that even a chance meeting is preordained. it was originally a buddhist saying about karma and fate, wherein the meetings we consider “chance” are actually destined due to our past lives. where normally the phrase is written as 袖振り合うも他生の縁 (same reading), where the 他生 (tashou) refers to one’s past life and their next life, souma actually uses an alternate phrasing with the kanji 多生 (also tashou). this slightly changes the meaning so that the “past lives” refer to all of one’s past lives, or rather the entire cycle of reincarnation. while the first is more widely accepted as the phrase, the latter (which souma uses) is considered the “correct” version.
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
I am SO sorry about not posting much at all as of late, I’ve been getting really busy in my personal life(not just school stuff anymore), I’ve been lucky enough to find an amazing group of people to share my art and thoughts with, AND I’ve been trying to improve on my artstyle A LOT as of late, I just really wanted to apologize for my lack of activity, and posting, all without warning.
Unfortunately, my priorities have been running all over the place now that I have more things going on in my life so I am going to say this right now.
TO THE ANON(S) WHO KEEPS LEAVING CUTE THINGS ABT MAGNI AND MODI IN MY INBOX, PLEASEEEEE FEEL FREE TO DM ME, I WOULD L O V E TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS AND I ALMOST ALWAYS REPLY TO MY DMS RLLY FAST SO PLSPLSPLS KNOW I HIGHLY ENCOURAGE U TO DO SO bc my ass has NOT been very active on here as of late😭
ANYWAY, In other news, the MAIN point of this post-
is to announce that I NOW FINALLY HAVE A KO FI :D
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