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old women they are IN LOVE!!!!!!!
#doing my duty and putting lesbians in the wc#tag#and there WILL be more#i have a little comic idea i want to draw for them elaborate on this a bit#squirreldaisy for life <3#squirrelflight#daisy wc#squirreldaisy#warrior cats#my art
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is there a good place to start if we want to learn about idletry? im very interested in the story and all the bits and pieces revealed so far but i dont know if youve like, stated the basics both about the characters-in-story and how you’re releasing the comic
hi there. unfortunately, idletry became a passion project very abruptly and many details were added very quickly without regard for how long the project would take. once i did realize how large the project was, i decided that i would not even kid myself on the idea of holding in spoilers for the next 5 years, and those two factors combined make the information available very chaotic and slapdash -- somewhat intentionally.
i don't even have the comics tagged separately for easier access among the idletry content -- although, i could go back and give them a separate tag.
i can summarize the story and say that it's about a funny little talking honey badger/tasmanian devil named jessie gaylord who has for the last 10 years of her life been on heavy psychiatric medication in an attempt to mitigate a pervasive delusion that the world is a fictional story. she also has a notorious aggressive streak. these medications work primarily by leaving her so tired that she sleeps most of the time.
the story begins when her medical team has run out of typical medications to try, and they must order an older, more aggressive type of drug which is not commonly used anymore, and has a lengthier process to manufacturing and approving the drug. during this time, she is not on any medication, and she becomes more urgently fixated on convincing people that the delusion is true.
she ends up attempting to contact the writer, who is referred to as God, and she receives a response. she immediately attempts to write the story herself, and she's granted the ability to do anything within the story so long as she can write it out. (the intricacies and limitations of this power have been elaborated upon in a bunch of fragmentary posts, so i won't try to condense it here)
at the end of the first act, she kills the first writer and becomes the new God of her world. the rest of the story is about what she does after acquiring omnipotence, and it heavily features a character named fate -- or shiloh, as jessie calls her -- with whom she enters an intimate relationship.
she has a happy loving family composed of a father named adam, a mother named evelyn, and an older sister named emily. there is a later minor subplot about a cult following who worships her after she becomes God, and this cult is initially organized by an ant called samanthuel -- or samwich, as jessie calls them. these are usually the other characters i mention and i am too lazy to link them right now
the comic itself is currently being written. the script stands at around 51,000 words at the time of writing this as i work on the second act. after it's written, i will let it simmer for a few months and then write a second draft to start to relieve the story of its bloat. depending on its length at that point, i will either need to write a third draft, or i will start drawing the comic.
chances are, during the second draft, i will start to thumbnail or sketch scenes which receive little to no editing, as i know they will likely remain relatively unchanged even through multiple drafts.
the sketch strips are to tide me and an eager audience over in the meantime, but they've sort of dried up as i focus all of my attention on finishing the first draft and taking care of a puppy that was kind of just forced onto me.
i've made a couple of full-length comics before and they have taken years. it is, unfortunately, just the nature of the process. for idletry, i plan to self-publish the comic. i've never published something in print before, so that is the most daunting part for me.
the plan at the moment is to crowdfund this, but, to be frank with you, i no longer pay rent, and i care very much about having this comic as a printed book. i have no issue with paying the cost of printing out of my own pocket by the time it's done and am even anticipating that outcome ahead of time, despite having a pretty reliable audience by now.
i'm on the fence about releasing a digital book version, as i very much want to retain digital color versions of the pages that are more vibrant, but due to the explicit adult content of the story, i don't want it to be free-access.
tl;dr: it's about a lesbian incel with anger issues who's given omnipotence.
i'm still working on the story because i want it to be good.
i'm planning on printing it as a physical comic book once it's done.
#idletry#not art#ask#asks#as a frame of reference your average actual words-on-paper novel is 60k words
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finally finished the profile for the danseiroido!! this took way too long just because drawing anime headshot is my biggest nightmare... and then ended up not even looking That anime LOL... i've already had a few comics up in the tag (search em to read!) but. a brief intro is that i basically just made them idols (somewhat) and threw them in the same boygroup to write sitcom/4-koma slice of life random jokes, as i always do! they also share the same universe with my entire vocaloid neighborhood setup (but this will - might - be for another day)
there isnt a deep overarching plot as for now, its just daily lives of a boygroup that doesnt really do anything idol-like and occasionally featuring others around them from the vocal synth ville. oh and idk if i can call them a polycule because they dont really think or operate that way But! i do want all of them to fool around and have their own "ship moment" (if you want to call it that? i dont really label these things and i want to write it that way) tldr they all fuck one another. every single ship in the group canon (EXCEPT the obvious anyone x len. timeout for him he got his ass kicked out whenever they do it...)
my concept/idea for it (not much tbh this is just me rediscovering my love for vocaloid - though one can argue it never went away - and started make up random shits for them so its pretty much spontaneous and not a serious project or anything) is a parody of sort on stereotypical otome/bl genres and boygroups and anime tropes and obviously the vocaloid fandom/history. but i dont think i know enough about bl nor anime nor boygroups so at the end of the day its just guys hanging out XD hm i should just tag my other vocaloid stuff something else too considering its an elaborated world now, with these guys in it, but... that... really is for another day...
wait forgot to say also making len the leader is idk vocaloid meta funny or sth since hes the most popular but here hes just a wee child not even allowed to getting involved much (to be fair its cause most of the involvement are either freakish or sexual. or both) hes already more than involved in the irl success go away little boy. but Boom! funny ass kid leading army of 6 gay ass men (one of them isnt even a man. but only when its convenient) (sometimes there are 7 of them)
also: everyone learn vietnamese to understand how funny their viet names are rn
SORRY I KEEP EDITING. but they also have a playlist... just for funsies. some of them are serious canon lore related the rest are probably all shitposts
#tp drawing#vocaloid#danseiロイド#danseiroido#kagamine len#utatane piko#roro#yohioloid#kaito#kamui gakupo#hiyama kiyoteru
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I Am the Greatest Date-Planner in This Apartment
Summary: Eliot wins date night after he gets a recommendation of a sci-fi movie his “geeky friend” might enjoy and gets carried away with a movie evening complete with a themed meal. Fortunately, despite all Eliot's fears to the contrary, both of his partners are just the type of people to appreciate those elaborate efforts.
AO3 link here.
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The first time Eliot Spencer really knocked “date night” out of the park, it wasn't even his idea.
The old army buddy he'd helped out a few weekends before had managed to draw out some (carefully vague) information about Eliot's current colleagues, including his geeky “friend” who was always into a new video game or superhero that Eliot knew nothing about, and he'd left Eliot with a suggestion. It took a few weeks to implement, not because the film was hard to obtain, but mostly because Eliot kept second-guessing his choice.
What if Eliot hated it as much as Hardison's comic-book movies? What if Hardison hated it? What if Parker was bored? What if they thought the themed dinner was stupid?
Eliot restlessly double-checked the array of toppings laid out on the counter against his mental list. Baked potatoes were almost done—they'd be ready by the time Parker and Hardison were scheduled to arrive.
Dessert would feature little pouches of freeze-dried ice cream, because Parker would expect it, alongside the main feature: a tiramisu dusted with red cocoa powder and garnished with carefully spaced upright sprigs of mint. A variety of homemade chocolate truffles, formed in silicone molds that were the one thing Eliot had to order for this project, completed the dessert assortment.
He'd been wrestling with himself about the truffles all week. They were important, because he wasn't sure how much his sugar-loving partners would love the tiramisu, but also terrifying, because they were, by far, the most overt theming of the entire meal.
The loaded baked potatoes could be justified as just a good, hearty, simple meal; the tiramisu was classic; the ice cream was a low-effort token to Parker's quirks. But there was no hand-waving the truffles.
He glanced at the clock again. No more than 90 seconds had passed.
At this rate, he might not survive the wait to die of embarrassment.
…
Parker and Hardison arrived at the appointed time, on the dot.
Eliot didn't mention that he'd seen them park Lucille 17 minutes ago, or that he'd watched them emerge 5 minutes ago for the less than 90-second walk up to his apartment.
In the absence of any information except for “dinner and movie night,” Hardison had hedged his bets on formality: Nice jeans, a dark gray sports coat, and a blue button down featuring a subtle pattern of tiny TARDISes. Parker, on the other hand, had simply topped a typical head-to-toe black ensemble with an unbuttoned royal-blue shirt. A very familiar one.
“…Is that my shirt?”
“Yup!” said Parker, cheerfully.
“Parker, I was looking for that!” (Technically, turning his closet inside-out wondering how the evening was already going wrong.)
“Oh.” She considered, tugging absently at the bottom hem. “Do you want to trade?”
“No, I don't want to—! Why do you have my clothes?!”
“We're having a date. I wanted to look nice.”
“Which you both do,” interjected Hardison firmly, pausing to rake his eyes conspicuously over Eliot's own dark-red button down and jeans and lingering on the larger-than-usual collection of bracelets on his left wrist. “So, uh, can we come in, or are we banned on grounds of clothes-stealing? Which, for the record, I have not participated in. I am wearing all my own clothes, which you can probably tell by the fact that they fit my long-ass body and have TARDISes on them.”
Eliot belatedly stepped back to allow them into the apartment.
“These are for you,” said Parker, shoving a bouquet of a half-dozen red roses and as many stalks of orange and yellow snapdragons into his hands.
Eliot's brain stopped functioning for the second time since he'd opened the door.
“Uh…”
Parker frowned at his lack of response and elbowed Hardison sharply in the ribs, eliciting an “ow!”: “You said adding the snapdragons would be fine. Maybe we should have stuck with traditional.”
“I don't think it's the snapdragons, babe. Give him a minute.”
Eliot figured out how to form words again, blinking rapidly. “Thanks, Parker. These are nice.” He stared at the flowers, aware that there had to be a next step he was blanking on.
“You got a vase or something we can put those in for you?” said Hardison, with the very deliberate sincerity characteristic of him either grifting or trying not to laugh. “Don't want to interrupt…” He gestured vaguely at the apartment. “…whatever it is you're preparing for the evening.”
“Right! I, uh…” Eliot moved towards the kitchen on autopilot, trailed by the others. He didn't think he had an actual vase—that wasn't something that generally came up for him—but a quick rummage in the cupboard produced a weizen glass as a passable substitute.
Parker and Hardison eyed the baked potato fixings as Eliot's brain scraped together the remnants of his thoroughly derailed explanation, acutely aware of the heat crawling up his face. This wasn't how the evening was supposed to go.
“So, we've got, uh, baked potatoes for dinner that you can fix however you like.”
Why had he thought this was a good idea?
“I thought we could eat while we watch the movie. It's all set up in the living room. There's dessert, too, that I was going to put out in the living room when we're ready so you can help yourselves without having to stop the movie…”
Maybe he could cut his losses and just not pull out the ice cream and the truffles? But then he had nothing as backup if Parker or Hardison didn't like the tiramisu, and just baked potatoes and tiramisu was kind of a skimpy as a date-night dinner—
“Sounds great!” said Hardison, as Parker made concurring noises. “What's the movie?”
“Well… we have options. We can watch whatever you guys want! I got one that sounded like you might like it from what I'd heard, but if you don't like it or have already seen it, that's—”
The others exchanged glances.
“OK,” Parker broke in, “but what is the movie you picked?”
“…It's called The Martian.”
Parker's head tilted quizzically without recognition, but Hardison's eyes widened.
“You got us The Martian to watch?! That's—Wait, is that why we're having potatoes? Did you theme dinner? Oh my god.” Hardison's voice caught. “Oh my god, I can't wait to see dessert. I don't even know what that would be for The Martian.”
“Oh, I, uh…” None of Eliot's planning had accounted for an actual enthusiastic reaction. “I'll get it out, then. Why don't y'all fix your potatoes?”
He'd just finished placing the plate of truffles and the packets of “astronaut ice cream” on either side of the tiramisu when Hardison and Parker emerged with their plates. Parker leaned over to study the spread avidly, nimble fingers scooping up an ice cream packet. “Hmm, not a little-green-man Martian, then?”
“That's—” Hardison eyes were fixed on the red-cocoa-covered tiramisu. “That's the Martian potato field.”
Eliot gave a hesitant nod.
“And—” He took a closer look at the truffles. “Are those Mars rover chocolates?”
Eliot shrugged sheepishly.
“And freeze-dried ice cream. Freeze-dried space ice cream! I would not have dared to bring such an item into your kitchen.”
“If we're gonna watch an astronaut movie, then Parker was gonna want—”
Eliot's explanation was cut off by a tight hug.
“This is amazing, man. I can't believe you did all this.”
Eliot slowly sagged into the embrace, still reeling from the fact that this had actually worked.
After a moment, they were interrupted by a gentle poke to each of their ribcages.
“Hey,” said Parker, “Eliot, go get your food. I want to actually watch the movie so I know what all of this food is about.”
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This week’s voices unlimited issue seems like something you’d enjoy (Idk if you keep up with it).
I’d love to hear your thoughts on walpurgis but I don’t want to spoil anything
Oh, I absolutely loved it. Oliveira has proven himself as one of, if not the strongest writers on the Unlimited platform, and he usually has a really good approach to young adult and teen characters, so I'm looking forward to seeing where this new run is going.
For anyone who missed it, Oliveira is writing a new run of the Marvel's Voices Infinity Comic. Each installment features a different young hero who ends up being recruited, for unknown reasons, by an older established hero. Last week, it was Aaron Fischer and Captain Marvel, this week, it was Brielle Brooks and Doctor Voodoo. The issue opens with Brielle saving her friend Jayden from the Temple of the Shifting Sun-- a vampire cult that's obsessed with finding ways to cure their vampirism and/or become daywalkers, which, unfortunately, usually involves human sacrifice.
It turns out that Agatha Harkness recently became the Temple's leader, and the whole thing was an elaborate ruse to draw Brielle out of hiding so that Agatha could offer to tutor Brielle and help her expand her powers... which is an extremely Agatha stunt to pull. Fostering young supernatural talent-- and dictating their choices whenever possible-- is her favorite pastime, and she's very interesting in anything to do with the Darkhold these days, so it makes sense that she'd set her sights on a young half-vampire. Agatha leaves without much complaint when Brielle turns her down, but before she leaves, she gives Brielle a cute little purple kitten named Walpurgis!
Obviously, the stuff with Brielle and Jayden was great, and seeing Brielle link up with Jericho was really cool, too-- there's an immediate sense of solidarity between them, and they get some good digs in on white folks in the magic scene, like Agatha and Stephen. But there are were a lot of other cool details and continuity pulls that I want to highlight--
The Temple of the Shifting Sun first appeared in West Coast Avengers (2018), where they tried to sacrifice America Chavez for similar reasons. Kate Bishop's mother, Eleanor, is a vampire herself and was working with the Temple at that time. Eleanor's storyline was picked up in Voices Infinity #17, also by Oliveira.
According to Agatha, the Temple vampires worship the Demiurge. This is another instance where Earth's Demiurge is clearly being conflated with Billy Kaplan, which is a continuity error and, in my opinion, a really bad choice, but Oliveira seems to be committed to it. That said, at the time that WCA was written, there was a direct connection between Billy-as-Demiurge and America's mystical powers, so that is a clever through-line.
This is honestly some of the best writing Agatha's had in years, probably since before Midnight Suns. She feels more in-character than she did in Contest of Chaos, or even in that Hulkling & Wiccan series. It also re-established that she's centuries old and has had many names, which I thought was neat.
I'm very curious about Walpurgis the cat. First of all, I was just happy to see Ebony again, and I love the idea of her having a litter of magic kittens, but Walpurgis is suspiciously... purple. It might just be to match Brielle's hair, but purple is also Agatha's signature color, and I wonder if she created and/or enchanted the cat to spy on Brielle and Jericho.
Agatha's going to be the antagonist in the Strange Academy tie-in for Blood Hunt, so this might be an early prelude to that. Vampires and witches and headmasters!
#marvel's voices infinity comic#bloodline#brielle brooks#agatha harkness#doctor voodoo#jericho drumm
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Hello! I've been doing some long, hard thinking about my current commission offerings.
TL;DR:
I am doing away with my "standard" menu (headshot/halfbody/fullbody/etc.) in favor of more experimental work.
Effective June 1, my commissions will close completely, including the waitlist.
If you want any of my current offerings, please let me know before then. You will be added to a final waitlist queue, with payment only required once I get to you.
If you're currently on my waitlist, or are interested in what's next, please see the bottom of this post. Once the final orders are complete, I will focus on relaunching.
Below is a more elaborate explainer of why I'm doing this, and what I'll be doing next.
Introduction
Essentially, commissions have worn on me more and more as time goes on (which may be tangible if you ordered one recently and it took months). Part of me wondered if I was burned out on art in general, or it was just becoming less of a hobby for me, but that sentiment didn't feel quite right. After all, I could still get grabbed by a picture idea every now and again, which I would then crank out in one evening.
Was there some sort of difference between the pictures I could hammer out quickly vs. the ones I couldn't? Well, I wouldn't make a post about an investigation without already having a prime suspect.
My Art Style
When I first started drawing aliased, it was to quickly crank out panels for my forum adventures, mostly because I was using GIMP and didn't know anything about brush settings. I was way too frustrated with anti-aliased lines and how little I could make them look how I liked, so I retreated into something completely different.
It worked for a while, but as I became more comfortable with the style, I developed bad, perfectionistic habits (something I've already mentioned being A Problem I Have). I would tweak lineart at the pixel level, just because some stray bump or two bugged the hell out of me. I consider this one of the reasons my art output has slowed down.
Trying to embrace a "perfectly inconsistent," or "consistently imperfect" look as "my style" just created its own irony. For example, I will deliberately draw patterns and textures by hand, because it sticks out too strongly otherwise if I just paste it in. You can bump into this quickly enough by scrolling through my various character references.
I would love a world where all my OC references feel "current," but as it stands, I'm finding it increasingly hard to work on the remaining characters I want to draw while commissions are also an obligation. Taking a break from aliased character art commissions in order to work on aliased character art references is...just doing more of the same? It isn't a break.
In order to create breaks that actually feel like breaks, I have to compromise. ONE of these has to go home and change. My personal art gets priority here, and I still very much want my OCs to look consistent in their reference art, so...I need to find a more efficient way to draw for money that keeps my dysfunctional brain entertained.
The Long, Slow Realization
Back when I used GIMP, I tried the chalk brush on a whim and ended up quite liking it. The rough look helped me ignore what I would consider "imperfections" otherwise. However, perhaps because I had a comic or character references I wanted to keep consistent, I mostly considered it a fun oddity and nothing more.
More falling dominoes that would eventually lead to this post were my experimental style offerings that I introduced last year (at the time, I just offered it because I thought people may be interested in art that looked relatively unique), Art Fight (having to agonizingly obey "finished not perfect" because of the event deadline), and other gift art I did around this time (the reasoning being, it's gift art, they wouldn't mind if I used it to experiment).
Now that I use CSP and am no longer bound by webcomic obligations, I've been experimenting more with brush settings. Wouldn't you know it, most of my modern art of my original stories is no longer aliased. I go "off-model" deliberately, fuck around with layer settings and effects, and enjoy creating pieces just because I saw a cool tutorial, brush, or program I wanted to try. These are the types of pictures I mentioned I could crank out in one evening. Maybe they're not "formal," but I feel like they're the most "me."
With all this new experience swirling around in my head, I finally realized: Why am I not selling art I actually find fun to draw?!
The New Offerings
Currently, I'm leaning toward one style of illustration only, cheaper than the experimental style I offer presently, and "rougher" as a result. I want something equivalent to my '22 Art Fight output; something flashy, unique, and most importantly, quick to do.
The specifics are what I intend to figure out while I work through the queue. Here are some thoughts already rotating around in my brain:
Should I offer price "tiers" that roughly equate a level of "polish" (equivalent to sketch/flats/shading) or just go with one-price-fits-all?
Should I still offer sketches as a cheap alternative, or is that too confusing with my Ko-fi already sort of being that?
Should I offer specific pricing for bust/halfbody/fullbody/etc., or was that another symptom of why I had commission burnout before, and should be avoided?
Should I eschew all of the above and just offer one thing at one price (e.g. "give me $50 and I'll draw your OC" with no other choices for the buyer), or is that too intimidating?
And so on. The last option is currently what I'm vibing with the most, but it's definitely the most daring idea of the bunch, too. (& If you have any thoughts on this, let me know! I have so much more thinking to do.)
The Old Offerings (But New)
When I reopen, I would like to have as few options as possible. However, I have considered the possibility that an old offering would speak to me and I would add it to the new menu again. Here are some thoughts on those:
Icons have a pretty high chance of coming back.
I've always liked drawing faces and headshots the most. If I decide not to bring back headshot sketches, I could just roll it back into "icons" and instead offer colored sketchy headshots. This would be similar to the headshots I did for Art Fight, but...with colors.
Half/fullbodies would depend on how the new style goes.
This is elaborating on what I said in the previous section. While I'm sure my core audience (i.e., you) will be fine with a potentially spontaneous angle to my commissions, buyers I'm less familiar with might not be. I want to try "one price fits all," but if someone gives me shit about me drawing a bust when they were anticipating a fullbody, I might have to add options to specify this.
Regardless, the style would still be "experimental" either way--the composition is what's important about it (which is also why I feel like I can get away with one single price). If anything, I feel like forcing myself into the little boxes of "halfbody" and "fullbody" was partially what was stifling me. Like, when do I ever consciously decide to draw a halfbody of an OC? I don't. It feels very arbitrary, and I'd like to distance from it.
MOST IMPORTANTLY: Character design is NEVER coming back!
I deeply appreciate those that did want a brand spanking new OC from me, but I've never considered myself to have a terribly strong design sense. They just kind of ended up being extra nervewracking to do because I had to design a character on top of drawing a fullbody. I will still take the final requests for these, but this is your absolute last chance for a Jovian Twelve™ Brand Original the Character.
What if I'm Already on Your Waitlist?
You don't have to do anything! I will get to you when I get to you. After June 1, I will close the waitlist, and whoever is on there will be able to have one of my old commission types, as promised. You can change your request anytime as long as I'm not currently drawing it!
Reminder that my waitlist is NOT "first come, first served;" I order it based on the complexity of what's wanted. Because of my slow pace, I didn't want to keep someone waiting forever when all they want is three sketch headshots, you know? This is a heads up that if you change your request, your position in the list may change as well.
I have no ETA when the current waitlist will be completed, given that currently, fullbodies are taking me months. Sorry :( Just another reason I'm making this post!!
What if I Want the NEW Style?
I will accept up to five (5) waitlist slots that want to "test drive" the potential new commission style, placed after the "traditional" queue is all cleared out. (So, you'd be waiting extra long.) If you're interested in this, get in touch! I will offer them to you at a lower rate than what I'm expecting to charge for the real deal, as thanks.
If you're already on the waitlist for something else, and want to test the new style instead, let me know! Just be aware this would bring you to the bottom of the queue as described above (but it WOULD give me one less commission I'd have to go through to get to the new stuff, WINK).
In the chance I get no takers the entire time it takes me to go through the waitlist, then the first five commissions I do in the new style will just have to be "test slots" instead.
Final Word
I know these long posts might not be terribly interesting to anyone that's not me, but I find it therapeutic to scrawl my thoughts out in text. Additionally, I'm over 30 years old and conclusions are still the hardest part in writing an essay. I can feel my writing style begin to devolve the closer I am to the end...
Uhhh.
Thanks for reading, and understanding?! See you soon, maybe?! Get in touch if you want to discuss Commissions From Me?? 💃 Cool.
#text#commission#why do i type huge essays like this? what's wrong with me#at least that's off my chest now I GUESS
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Happy Birthday Maurice!
What are Belle's favourite things to do for him on his special day?
ahh thank you!! 🥹
being the creative girlie that she is, i think she’s always loved to make things for him
she often makes him a special breakfast (this fic is her first attempt at it!) and in later years she always makes him a blueberry pie (his favorite!)
when she was little she’d make crafts for him. sometimes drawing picture stories akin to a comic strip, and other times she’d make more elaborate dioramas and figurines (they always had a story behind them though, which she would spend a lot of time explaining)
as a teen/adult when she really starts getting into tinkering/inventing, she tries to make life-hack things for him. contraptions to solve little problems, like making a swivel wrack for his paint brushes to hang so they don’t leave a mess everywhere, or really innovative farming tools that make it easier on his hands or knees
belle knows her father really doesn’t like much fuss, especially on his birthday, so she does Try to keep it lowkey. it gets hard when adam is thrown into the mix because his idea of showing his affection is expensive gifts and extravagant parties. she really has to talk him down from his plans every year lmao
back in the village, belle & maurice would usually just spend his birthday together. going on a long walk along the river, having a picnic, doing whatever. some years it would rain, so they’d stay inside and belle would read aloud one of his favorite stories. (though, she probably does that on the nice day picnics too!!)
belle just loves her papa so much. she’d do whatever he wanted to do!!! but all he ever wants to do is spend time with the ones he loves the most, so belle and then adam, and then the grandchildren, all just spend the day with their beloved maurice 💙
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Chamomile Comic Trivia #29
#151 - Awful
I remember this one came to me when good art friend Louistrations was chatting about a leaky ceiling or something similar he was suffering from. I hope it's long no longer an issue or you have a bucket to sleep with if not Louis!
I forget if this is the first time I've done it, but for a condense gag comic like Cammie, having little "The Next Day..." type captions just feels a bit off and breaks up the rhythm of the joke for me, which is why I instead went for a panel showing night and sunrise and outfit changes instead to imply the passing of a day.
#152 - Breakfast
Basically Cammie repeating an exact experience I had on the way to work once in full. Looking up photo reference for shop exteriors and such in the UK is always interesting, I never really notice how often the buildings of businesses have elaborate stuff like window boxes and such because they pretty much always have flats above or the building was never built with the modern business below in mind at all!
Oh yeah... and also this one published in March 2020. I think at this point I was two weeks ahead on producing the comic, and in that two weeks this comic aged terribly, coming out right at the point where panic buying began and the supermarkets became stupidly empty. The panic buying had already started when I drew it, so I felt the need to make sure I drew a fully stocked establishing shot of the supermarket to make it clear that panic buying wasn't the cause of the empty shelves Cammie observed, the pastries in the little supermarket bakery section just weren't out yet! But what took me by surprise is that two weeks later, when the comic published, that phenomena was still VERY much ongoing.
Here's the uncovered panel since I spent a good little while on it despite mostly being covered by speech bubbles! Still very basic once you really look at it, but a definite improvement on visual fidelity since #39!
And... who was that hiding behind a speech bubble this whole time!?
My old character Frogy, after some marmite as usual! It's hard to tell at this level of detail if it's really him... I wonder if Frogy is a franchise within the fiction of Chamomile (baby Cammie was wearing a t-shirt with him on in... hey, #39, the one I linked just above again!) and someone left their toy on the shelf here, or whether this is truly the first case of including an actual character cameo from another work of mine in Chamomile, confirming that it and Frogy take place in the same universe, with dire, dire lore implications! (I mean for a start he's a celebrity if Cammie had a t-shirt of him).
#153 - Office
A little follow-up to Layla's storyline since I was done with it but it never really got a conclusion to return to the status quo. I recall the joke was more or less a straight adaptation of a real life conversation, perhaps between Molly and I, though I forget the specifics at this point, 3 years later. It was also a fun opportunity to explore some in-universe humour, sometimes it's nice to just hang out with the characters making jokes among themselves rather than have them act erratically or larger-than-life in some way for the sake of humour.
#154 - Bush
I remember at this point - or at least two weeks prior when I began work on this comic, I made the firm decision I WASN'T going to have the pandemic happen in the comic. This was the point where it was all anyone could think about, and I would rather the comic remain a thing people could enjoy a laugh from every week detached from the real world. I also didn't want the safety conditions of the pandemic holding back the scenes or character interactions I could make.
In fact, at the same time I made this decision, I specifically started this comic with the idea of making a little oasis of tranquility from the rising stress of the situation, going with cloudgazing and drawing that first panel and trying to come up with a joke from there - this is one I literally just ad-libbed at the time instead of opening my notepad of ideas. It remains a little favourite of mine!
My only regret is that I wanted the space to have that fairly nice big panel at the top but needed somewhere for the first line of dialogue to go. I kept it floating just OUT of the panel to hopefully keep that first panel timeless and encourage readers to linger on it for a moment and percieve the atmosphere, but there's... something I'm not happy with it, I dunno, it doesn't quite work for my eyes, but might be entirely in my head!
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Alright since three people were interested in me elaborating on my AU. I will deliver (? And I'm going to start with some headcanons about Hawkfrost and Ashfur, maybe later I will do more headcanons for other characters!
HAWKFROST
I have said this before in my "Alive" comic but Hawkfrost has some deep identity and abandonment issues. In my AU, Hawkfrost and Mothwing learn the truth about their father and their past when they are apprentices. This leads to them to feel a strong disconnection from Riverclan and their clanmates, specially Hawkfrost who always feel like he didn't belong to Riverclan. This, their past as rouges and the abandonment of his mom, make him feel like he doesn't belong anywhere and that everyone can move on easily from him. Thanks to this, Hawkfrost was super easy to manipulate for his father, he was always seeking the attention and approbation of his only remaining authority figure. Tigerstar made Hawkfrost feel like he belonged to his side and was easily tinted with his ideas of power and ambition.
He can't read the aura of the situation.
He's also super physical and doesn't know what "personal space" is. It isn't on purpose and some cats thinks he's annoying but he likes to have physical contact when he's talking or near to someone even if that cat is a stranger.
As you can see on the drawing, he's gay and a demi-boy!
He makes a lot of gestures with his paws. I have the headcanon that kitty pets have that habit of gesture with their paws and I like to think that Hawkfrost learned this from Sasha.
He actually loves to swim and fish, even when he feels that disconnection with their clan he enjoys the water and catch fishes.
He struggles to make connections and relationships with other cats, yeah he might be a manipulator but when it comes to real relationships with others than their family he struggles a lot to open.
Hawkfrost has survivor guilt. He blames himself for the death of Tadpole and constantly thinks that the dead one should be him
He has a particular way to talk. He knows a lot of fancy words and makes sure that everyone notices it(?
ASHFUR
Ashfur has the same problem. Almost all of his family is dead and when Ferncloud became queen they distanced from each other, all of his friends and relatives have a family and a relationship. Ashfur feels stuck and a stranger in his own clan. He's desperate to have connections so when Squirrelflight approaches him, Ashfur convinces himself that she's his saviour and makes a lot of precipitated decisions just to assure that she will always be with him. Of course when Squirrelflight decides to reject him, he feels more alone than ever and develops an obsession for her, their only meaningful relationship at the time.
This shared feeling makes Ashfur and Hawkfrost to bond
He's non-binary and bisexual!
Touch starved, since he never experimented a very loving relationship with their family or others, he's not so much conditioned to the touch of others and might react exaggerating if someone touches him but he craves to be close to someone in that way.
In my AU he actually has more hate for Brambleclaw, he stole his girlfriend, his rank and he resembles a lot to the killer of her mother. He despises Squirrelflight too, but he thinks that Squirrelflight is ignorant and is being manipulated by Brambleclaw.
Introverted, he likes to spend time alone and some of his clanmates actually don't socialize with him bcs he's always silent.
Driven by emotions and don't know how control them, if he's angry, happy, flustered, etc. he will let you know for sure
And I think that's all I remember right now, I didn't want to go deeper on their relationship because actually their relationship swings a little depending on the design I'm using so I will add that in a different post!
#I also decided to call this AU bcs im bad with names and in honor to the song that made me fall into this void called Hawkash (?#HawkAsh evil au#warriorcats#warriors#warrior cats#hawkfrost#ashfur#hawkash#headcanons
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OKAY I know you asked this a bit ago sorry i got busy!!! work!!! turtle took a tiny chunk out of my finger!! the usual! y'know
What's a headcanon you need to work out?
i am blanking real hard with this but i Guess what i consider to be estonia's true name b/c von bock is von bullshit has been a constant Thought of mine for a long time. sme goes for a lot of nations that have bad canon names or no canon names like what the FUCK would i name them. it takes so much effort for me to decide.
How long have you been in the fandom? What's your lore?
i've been around a while! i can't date exactly when i started but it was at least sometime in 2008. i Think it was in the late fall of 2007, i've been trying to do the backwards math and i think this makes sense timeline wise, but my memory isn't exactly great. i figured out yesterday i am Pretty sure i was into hetalia before den/nor/ice were released?? which is. wild to me.
anyway the story is that i occasionally saw hetalia fanart in passing and i was like. what the fuck is this but i don't care enough to investigate. and then i watched darker than black and was like wow i gotta tell my (now ex-)friend about this new cool anime darker then black b/c i am enjoying it a lot and i think she would too! and then my friend was like "i am going to totally ignore you. watch this thing called hetalia instead. you like other countries and history and languages and shit you should like this it's so funny" and i watched it and i didn't find it as funny as she claimed but i thought the concept itself was utterly Fascinating and i became Obsessed.
my initial favs were japan/prussia/estonia initially, all for radically different reasons. i can elaborate on that if prompted it's just more text than i care to put here. then the den/nor/ice dropped and we had some comics with the nordic 5 and i was like oH FUCK these character dynamics between them are So Fun!!! and i have been in Hell every since. this is my third time getting back into hetalia after swearing it off for good and uhhh i think i have just been in denial this entire time that i am stuck here forever.
Favorite Hetalia relationship dynamic?
Any combination of the Anko Trio without question. they're such an interesting little complicated group.
Post a Hetalia sketch or draft you want an excuse to share
i am not very good at drawing and draw from the perspective of a more refined 8 year old child or something (positive). but i also don't have anything currently drafted writing wise that feels complete enough either so i am gonna share a dumb doodle i did and also share some upcoming things i plan on doing.
one of the chapters of the SOS sequel is going to be called "The Joy Machine" and i am. very excited about that.
also have a neat NorAus idea i am obsessed with and will probably write soon-ish. once i sleep and think a bunch
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My BooRai WIP stats
So. As of right now, the number of written BooRai fan works I've published is...... zero. I recently announced my angst fic I Can Stop The World, with another reveal planned in a few weeks, but I've yet to actually publish anything 😭
Last night I was backing up all my WIPs, and I decided to go through and reorganize everything. I moved everything into new folders and checked their word counts. I was a little surprised by the numbers to be honest. Especially when compared to this word count update from 5 months ago: [link]
I thought it would be fun to post my stats so you can see how much I've been working on, even though I haven't started posting yet.
As of last night:
Total number of Google docs: 34
Outlined fics: 21 (mostly longfics)
Comic WIPs: 7
Completed fics: 1 (a one-shot I'm not ready to post yet 😭)
Ideas yet to be fleshed out: 12
Total BR fanfic word count: 517,362
Words this week: about 25,000
ICSTW (main angst fic, post-canon):
196,871 words
6 docs
SSATSF (Modern AU, upcoming reveal):
125,474 words
3 docs
Folklore AU (started recently):
23,289 words
2 docs
Comics (text only)
80,795 words
7 docs
Reference docs (OC masterlist, headcanons, language dictionary, etc.)
9149 words
5 docs
Okay, pause real quick. The first BooRai fic I started writing is a fluff comic (briefly mentioned here) that I started in late 2022. It was my only project until the day I started writing ICSTW in June 2023. Then I exploded in ideas and here we are. So, if I exclude that first comic's word count of 36,190...
...Then the total word count of BooRai fanfic I've written in the past 7 months is 481,172 words. That's about 2217 words per day, and 15,522 words per week.
Now. This all just a bunch of numbers. Numbers don't mean the fics are any good. I value quality over quantity, so you can see why I haven't published anything yet. The ideas are all there! Tons and tons of dialogue is written. Detailed lore is laid out. Languages have been constructed! But the chapters themselves are not written. I don't write chronologically, and my stories are very elaborate. So even my main two fics, at 196k and 125k, are nowhere near complete. I haven't even finished fleshing out the early chapters 😭
You might be looking at this and thinking like.... "yeah bro you're not gonna finish most of those fics. It's not happening. You're gonna burn out." Mayhaps! I have a tendency to overdo things, and sometimes I overwhelm myself by making things bigger and more complicated than they need to be. But all in all, I like the way I create and I like having a few big projects and lots of tiny ones. I'm deeply invested in my major projects and I really do want to dedicate myself to publishing chapters in the next few months. But if I never finish them, that's okay too! The important thing is to enjoy making the thing... and I enjoy it immensely. Enough to write half a million words in 7 months, apparently
I've talked about my fic content to some irl people and they always respond with: "When the hell do you do all this? I literally never see you writing." In reality, yes they do. if you see me typing on my phone, I'm most likely writing. I kind of high-key spend 100% of my free time drawing and writing now. Which is a miracle after years of art block and creative sterility.
Another reason I wanted to share my numbers is that there are a lot of fellow AuDHD creators on this site, so there are bound to be at least a few of you who work just like I do. If you're one of those people, you probably know that it's easy to feel like the projects will never come to fruition. Don't lose heart!!! You have the strength to finish your projects at your own pace!!! And if you simply lack the will to finish, that's also okay! If you enjoy just writing down ideas without committing to a fully fleshed out work, that's a perfectly legitimate form of art and recreation. Godspeed my friends.
And as for the people who have been supporting my BR art and keeping track of my fic updates... You are the world and I am but a humble bean in service of your fancies. Thank you for your support. Here's a picture of me rereading my WIPs for the billionth time while y'all stand there and wait for me to start posting chapters:
(P.S. I have about 80 fic-related art WIPs on my tablet.)
(P.P.S. stay tuned for my fictional language dictionary!!)
#boorai#bosxryza#bos x ryza#fanfiction#my fic#i can stop the world#icstw#ssatsf#wip#neesee speaks#neesee writes#not a drawing
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Could you elaborate more on your post-canon AU?
which one lmao 😭😭😭
if you mean the one from the anniversary comic: not really because it was never really defined and i just more or less came up with it on the spot for the comic based on bits from my other post-canon setting.
if you mean that one, the one i mentioned in the tags (the "leo setting") yes, a little bit! (adding a cut bc i talk a bunch and there are pictures)
the gist of it is that lysandre fled kalos and has abandoned his previous identity (most of his pokémons are staying with malva, i think he only keeps his mienshao) to live in hoenn under the name leo, which is a diminutive for leofwine, his father's name (i actually came up with leofwine's name bc of this specific setting lol) nobody except malva knows he's still alive, so augustine is left thinking he's died in the team flare secret hq cave-in and they just couldn't find his body among the rubble.
he grows his hair out (A LOT) and wears different clothes. this is old art, but:
after a while, he ends up travelling to sinnoh occasionally to help professor rowan with his research. because he is very stupid (perhaps he is doing it accidentally on purpose,) then, of course, augustine visits without warning, and you can guess what happens next
i had started working on a fic based on that idea, but i didn't really like it (i still don't, upon reread) then i wanted to make it a comic, but never could commit to it...
i did draw a bunch of art with leo, though, most notably this doodle comic i think about often:
or this comic that kind of ends abruptly but i do still like the vibes:
i would like to revisit it someday but who knows when... oh i also have this drawing i did for the 2019 anniversary of pokémon xy, i don't really like how lysandre looks on it but it has imo one of my hottest sycamores:
here u go ✌️🤪!!! feel free to ask if u have more questions i have approximately 2438943 AUs for them
#la réponse d#samart#i guess i will include this tag also y not#i even had a PLAYLIST for this AU lmao i was rly into it for a short while#i should draw leo again...
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Muppets In Paradise: Gone Postal (Postal 1 Crossover fic)
Hiii i had this idea a while back but was mid-semester, but after bringing it up on a draw session i got egged on to actually write it so now you get to deal with it too <3 Basically imagine one of those Muppet movies with one human but its Postal 1
No majorly bad trigger warnings, mainly just descriptions of meltdowns, comic violence, descriptions of puppets if that freaks you out, canon-typical paranoia build-ups, nothing else besides that. (and if you need anything else tagged let me know!) This is just kind of a crack fic taken semi-seriously.
(Also thank you to my friend for beta reading before i passed out <3 <3 <3)
Maybe it was good to get a new start. Sure, leaving behind everything he knew before was never easy, maybe it was running away from it all to save himself the shame of admitting he failed, but when one door closed, another opened. At least that's what they said.
The listing seemed a bit strange, a completely fine looking house listed for practically nothing, furniture left behind, no real damage to the property, and the seller seeming desperate to get out as soon as possible rang some alarm bells before he even accepted it. The area seemed like something of a ghost town, little to nothing about it online besides some landscape shots, but when he was this desperate, did he really have a choice to be picky?
He tried not to think about it for too long, maybe they just needed to move for a job, a family emergency, something that denoted him not even wanting to meet up to move in, no he just wanted to leave the keys under the doormat. But again, with the position he was in, Dude couldn't afford to be picky. He and Champ needed somewhere to stay, anywhere was better than nothing.
Driving into the small town, there didn't seem to be much commotion besides a sign simply welcoming him in and saying there was a fairly small population, but with no one on the streets, it felt like he was the only one really there. A looming sense of unease set in by the time he finally made it to his new home in a sea of other small and obnoxiously colorful homes, beginning to wonder if this really was a ghost town or some sort of elaborate set up.
Was he walking into some kind of trap? Did they intend to go in when it was night and rob him blind? There seemed to be something looking at him, whatever it was closing their curtains as soon as he looked back to them while Champ seemed to push his legs trying to get inside the house. Steeling his nerves, he took the key out from under the doormat and made his way in.
Things seemed to be normal, if not a little dusty. Furniture was all there like it was listed, nothing moving much in the old house besides him and his dog. Maybe he was just making mountains out of molehills again. This was his new start, he was going to be fine again. He was just going to enjoy sitting on this couch, even if it was a little dusty, and he was going to-
A knock at the door.
Dude looked besides himself to the door, the knocking was soft but persistent. Champ had made himself comfortable in the armchair next to the sofa, and laid out like that he clearly had no intention of moving any time this year. Standing up with caution, Dude approached the door with a hand rested over his hip, though he didn't want to use it so soon in his brand new start, if he needed to defend himself he had a sidearm at the ready. As he opened the door however, his eyes weren't met with another human, no, they looked down to see some sort of... Green frog puppet?
"Hidey-ho!"
Dude shut the door behind him in a quick slamming motion, his heart racing a little. Did that puppet just talk? No, no it had to just be nerves. Some sort of stupid prank or something, his mind fucking with him. He opened the door again, slower than last as he looked down to the puppet who stared patiently back at him and still, it began to speak again. "Hi there, sorry, didn't mean to scare you there neighbor." Dozens of thoughts crossed his mind as the fleece covered frog talked back to him, moving too... Organically. Even after taking off his glasses, blinking a little and trying to go back to some sense of reality didn't make this thing go away.
"And your name?" He asked, pulling Dude back into the moment. "What?" "What's your name?" The puppet asked seemingly in earnest, and though he was still deeply confused, he responded and told him his name. "Well it's nice to meet you, my name is Kermit! You must be the new guy moving in after the old one left, shame he had to go so soon, do you know where he went?"
Dude just slowly shook his head, a look of concern etched into his face while Kermit continued. "Well that's a shame. Still, i'd love to get to know you a little more, is it ok if I bring a few friends over to meet you?" His voice, though somewhat high pitched and croaky, seemed to hold little malice in it. "...I mean- Sure? I don't think-" He was cut off before he could finish his train of thought, Kermit looking back quickly as his voice raised to a holler. "Come on out everyone, we've gotta meet the new neighbor!"
Before he could protest, doors swung ajar and curtains opened, seemingly spewing out a hoard of similarly strange creatures that now flooded towards his house. Even as a fairly tall, strong guy having all those things moving around him damn near knocked him over and pulled him in like a lost child through a river current, Champ waking up and standing a little on the cushion of the chair as what was once a quiet little home was now bursting with the sound of many voices speaking over each other. It was hard to make out many figures in the crowd, the green one had made his way over to what appeared to be a pig woman wearing heavy makeup and a bear wearing a hat, some resembled something closer to a human than the others, but their proportions were exaggerated and strange with the same round eyes and fabric skin as the rest.
One particular blue… Thing beside him with a long curved nose bumped into his leg, chasing after what seemed to just be a normal chicken at an abnormally large size, speaking in a loud shrill voice about someone named “Camilla”. Trying not to trample any of them over, Dude made his way to the empty spot on the sofa, sitting down to try and look over at Champ who was sniffing another one of them who seemed to just be some kind of nondescript brown dog. He let out a loud sigh, trying to collect his thoughts until he was startled by one wearing some sort of flashy top hat with green skin and red hair thanking him for throwing such a “rocking house party” until the frog finally made his way back to him and tugged on his pant leg. “Oh, I completely forgot to introduce you to everyone! Come on, I'll help you meet everyone!”
The evening seemed to pass in a blur, a complete brain rattling sensation of colors, shapes, and names thrown his way as they went through every colorful character until the last one finally left, no one in the house but him, Champ, and Kermit. “Thanks for having us over, neighbor. Try to get some sleep, ok? See you tomorrow!” Dude tried to muster whatever smile he could until the frog left and for the first time since those doors opened he could really breathe.
Champ followed closely behind as Dude grabbed one of his bags and walked to the bedroom, stepping over some feathers and clumps of red fur until he finally made it inside. Thankfully none of them seemed to go in here, everything was still in good condition as Dude took out some clothes to wear for the night and put down one of his spare pillows for Champ to sleep on.
Though he intended to unpack that night now he had hardly any energy to keep himself standing, spending what little he had on getting changed into something more comfortable. Laying his head down on the mattress, he decided his diary entry for the night could wait until the next morning. After all, how could he even process what had happened to him that evening? So instead he curled over, closing his eyes and went to sleep. Or at least, he tried to. The noise outside made it hard, but with how exhausted he was, he eventually broke though.
He would have hoped to wake up back at home, finding out everything was just some bizarre fever dream, but in the morning he was in the same bed with Champ drooling over onto the floor. He changed sluggishly, still feeling drained from before as he tried to maintain some kind of routine even in the madness. There was almost a sense of peace to it, a familiar comfort. Except for the undeniable sounds of… Whatever those things were talking and screaming outside. Maybe it was a good idea to just stay inside for the day, do some of that unpacking he was going to before.
Even still, it was hard to focus when he could hear those felt creatures knocking things over, even with the walls of his new home they seemed to break through and disturb him while he got his belongings around. It was like he could hardly hear himself think, especially as he swore he heard the sound of something exploding, but when he looked out the window all he saw was one with a long head and orange hair running down the street as one with a green head ran after him. Even having everything out didn’t seem to help him feel any better, maybe he just needed something-
Shit, right. The fridge was empty.
Dude grimaced a little, nothing much in there but dust and cold air before he stood up. Alright, maybe he’d have to go outside. That was okay. It was totally okay. Everything was okay. He scrambled through his belongings, pulling out a CD player and some headphones to put on. It wasn’t the perfect answer but it’d at least block out some of the noise, plus he had some cassettes still in his car to listen to. Sure, he hated the bright fluorescents, sure the noise was insufferable, but he had to eat. Putting on some sunglasses to block out the bright sun, he said his goodbyes to Champ resting outside the door, trying not to make eye contact with those around him.
He had just one goal, make it to the grocery store, get what he’d need for a bit, then get back home and hunker down a little until he felt better again. He drove through the streets, every house all seemed to blend together into this uncomfortably colorful blur as he looked around for a grocery store. He should have tried to get a map or something, but it was too late now, how big was this damn town anyways? He almost passed it by the time he finally did find the thing, parking his quaint car besides the other bizarre ones and putting his sunglasses back on while preparing himself for whatever other insanity waited inside and putting an old CD inside the player.
He walked into the store with his shoulders hunched over, trying not to stare at anyone or notice anyone staring at him and instead focusing on just getting the essentials. If he could find them. The shelves seemed to be sectioned off for puppets of differing heights, nothing on them looking familiar at all and everything the same eye straining bright colors that surrounded him everywhere in this town, throwing him off his mental list of what he had gotten every other time he got groceries. Still, he tried to fight an ever looming feeling he was going to burst out of his very own skin, making his way quickly to try and locate what he needed and shove it into his basket so he could get out and go as soon as possible.
Finally he managed to locate the last bit needed, a bag of dog food he hoisted under one of his arms that he located in these labyrinth halls of pure mental overstimulation as he could finally make his way up to the front. The wait thankfully wasn’t too long, however the one at the front looked familiar. It was one of the more humanoid ones, though her bright orange skin and lack of nose was a bit discomforting. Her name was Janice, as her name tag had labeled her, her valley girl accent permeating through the room as she talked to herself for a while ringing him up, Dude only responded with faint mumbling and nodding until she was finally done and he could leave this place.
The drive back was just as confusing to him as the drive there, everything in this town was like an absurdist painting mocking the average suburbia. It was normal if you gave it a passing glance but every moment there made it feel a little strange. Maybe he was beginning to understand what made the previous resident of his house leave so soon. The sun began to set as he finally made it back home, hauling everything in as fast as he could to try and minimize time spent outside as much as possible. Things seemed to be a little less chaotic at nighttime, giving him a slight respite while he put his food away until he called it in for the night and pulled his diary out to finally write about what had happened these prior days.
Diary:
This move has been one of the strangest moments of my life. What seemed like just a merely alarming occurrence has spiraled a brand new world of color and noise, an endless cacophony of insanity that wears me out after only a short time here.
I’m trying to keep calm as best I can, maybe one day i can learn to embrace it or escape all this. But for the time being I must keep my wits about me.
The things here seem harmless, (seem harmless…) but they’ve got to have (got to have…) some sort of ulterior motive. (ulterior motive…)
Dude paused, the feeling of something light on his shoulder whispering down his ear in a shrill voice as he turned his head, eyes meeting with a pair of bulbous eyes uncomfortably close. It was the blue thing again, having somehow made his way inside this home. HIS home.
“Has anyone told you that you have lovely penmanship?”
The blue puppet was practically weightless as Dude held him by the collar of his shirt, trying to spit out an explanation for what he was doing, but Dude had little patience to hear it at the moment. He wanted these creations out of his only place of solace until he could learn to cope with it, they were his grounds to feel like he could actually be safe from all the noise, and having these felt creatures breaking in was an affront to that with his strange chicken partner following closely behind the two of them.
As he put the blue one on the ground he slammed the door behind him, the sound of two older men heckling the events around him muffled behind as he stormed his way back to his room, shutting his diary preemptively and trying to go back to bed again for another night of restless sleep.
The days that followed were hardly much better, trying to spend as much time inside as he could to avoid his new ‘neighbors’ as he could, time spent outside only made his brain ache and his mind twist trying to comprehend his surroundings. Some of these people spoke what seemed to be complete nonsense, their incessant singing, their loud talking, it began to dig into his brain like a drill picking at his skull. He thought if he gave it time he would come around to it all, but how could any man adapt to a world of pure insanity? What had been a “new start” only left him regressing back to his isolated state, now surrounded by pure senseless noise.
Some of them tried to get inside, they knocked on the door, asked for him by name, but he didn’t want to give them much time of day unless he was letting Champ inside and out. There had to be something else to this, there was something sinister about it, wasn’t there? Some kind of cruel intention to this madness, these uncanny creatures and how they sang and danced with a hive-like rhythm, a disgusting parody of mankind’s behavior. It was all too much, endless sounds, migraine inducing colors, he couldn’t handle it.
The final straw had come after almost a full month of pure unbridled mania that everyone but him seemed to understand and walk in tune to but he was forever out of sync with. Sleep had been harder and harder to come by, the noise didn’t let him. Instead he spent time trying to comprehend it, connecting what, where, and why it all was like this. Maybe if he knew it all, maybe he could finally have peace. That was, until he heard something even louder than usual outside the door.
Banging drums, hollering, the sound of brass instruments and singing breaking through the walls of his home, there was no place to think in this god forsaken town! As he shambled outside, holding onto the doorframe, he got a view of what was happening, it was a damn parade! The sight of it was horrific, a testament that there was nothing to understand about any of this. They had no sense of sanity, no coherence, everything was pure madness that he was forced to be subject to unless he DID something about it.
If he could find a way to stop these strange beasts, end their madness, then he would finally rest. No one else would have to suffer through this like he had to. It had to end NOW. Dude moved through the crowd, pushing past with little regard as he was stuck on a mission, a goal in all of this that he was fixated on. The last moments as he made it to the front were more of a blur than anything, stopping a large float then screaming. They all ran like rats caught in the light, the instruments fell out of sync, everything swinging around and knocking the puppets around as the sound of a cannon damn near shattered his eardrums, and finally the last thing he saw was a fast moving blue object barrelling towards him and impacting his head as he suddenly lost consciousness.
By the time he had woken up all he heard was the sound of faint beeping of a heart monitor and still some ringing in his ears. His eyes adjusted to the light, he was in some sort of makeshift hospital gown, startled as he looked beside himself and saw that damn green puppet again. Something on his face seemed concerned however, a moment of silence permeated until he spoke up in his same croaking voice. “I… see you’re awake.”
Dude winced, a sharp pain in his head as he touched where the impact happened and pulled back a small amount of blood while Kermit tried to stop him from messing with it any further. “It’s still tender, you’re gonna want to let it heal a bit.” There was still a sense of real worry in his voice while Dude sat back again.
“...Did anyone die?” It was morbid, but it was the only thing he could think of as Kermit reassured him. “No, don’t worry. No one died, they’re just…” He looked away, hopping off of the stool and walking toward the door and leaning out as the sound of groaning echoed down the hall. “They’re just a little injured.” They sounded more than just a little injured. Kermit sighed and walked his way back to the stool, hoisting himself back onto it before looking back at Dude.
“Listen, i just. I wanted to talk about something with you, is that ok?” Dude looked back for a moment before giving a somewhat reluctant nod. “Now, I don't like prying into anyone’s business. It’s rude to do so, and it’s not good of a neighbor to be rude. But i just- That little journal of yours, we found it after trying to see what happened to you to do something like that…”
It was clear he was trying to tread carefully, having some sensibility that the subject would be sensitive after waking up right after. “If we’d have known, we would have done something to help, you know? It’s hard to speak up, I get it, but we didn’t mean to make you so worried.” Maybe he really was losing it, but it felt somewhat comforting to be told so, even if it was by some strange frog puppet.
“They’re probably gonna have to hold you for a bit, they’re not gonna let you just walk out of here after that big event at the parade until they know you’re really sorry about the whole thing, but after you and i can talk about stuff, we can get something set up, and we’ll try to help you, okay?” Kermit moved off from the stool, walking off to the door before looking back. “Get some rest, ok? See you tomorrow.”
As he had said, they intended to hold him for a while, talking about community service, public apologies. Just a month or so, maybe they’d wanted to be more lenient considering his circumstances. Still, maybe he was right when he first got here.
Something about new starts, rocky as they were. But at least it could change and he could make it work.
Even if it was in a town as crazy as Paradise.
#postal#postal 1#postal dude#fanfiction#i. do not think i want to tag the other fandom here.#To the fans who may see this. i am so sorry.#i wrote this last night but had to go sleep because i was going to go see the barbie movie in the morning i hope you understand </3#also yes. no downer ending. bite me this is a muppets movie#sorry if its a little wonky again i wrote this before passing out
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Rules: list your wips with a brief description
There are a couple older ideas that I have back-burnered pending actual inspiration, and a few that I haven't committed to yet, but none of those are on this list. These are the wips that at present I still expect to get written. Oh my god why is Every Single One of these porn or plot-plus-porn.
working title 'The Clothing One'
Rated E. My stab at the classic Dreamling trope 'Dream has issues with nudity after 100 years in the fishbowl'. Hob is, of course, more than willing to work with him. Sex with clothes still on can be a very good thing, after all. Also draws on comic!Dream's penchant for slutty robes.
working title 'Impromptu Fishbowl Therapy'
Rated E; pre-relationship, get-together, my nod to a fishbowl rescue fic. Hob has A Lot of Unprocessed Emotions when Dream finally shares his fishbowl trauma; when he has a dream about it, Dream visits it. They talk about it there, where both of them will be more open, and eventually re-enact an Extremely Cathartic rescue. And then they fuck.
(this sounds like one of those 'describe your wips but badly' entries and does no justice to the vision of it in my head. Please trust it's better than it sounds).
Title: Bleed for Me
Rated E. The Victorian AU; close longtime friends Hob and Morpheus are serving together in the army. But whichever disastrous high-cost war they're in is taking its toll on Morpheus especially; Hob finds him drinking alone in their tent one night, spiraling in depression and despair. In the course of talking him through it confessions are made and the night is spent taking comfort in one another to stop thinking about The Horrors for a little while.
Title: Insatiable
Rated E; the result of several Smut March prompts. Dream gets rimmed and railed within an inch of his life, again and again and again. That's it, that's the fic. Fully drafted and in the 'polishing' stage!
working title 'For My Fellow Freaks in the Server'
Rated E; the result of several more Smut March prompts (and one from April). Dream appreciates Hob's chest hair. And his stomach hair. And his arm hair, leg hair - all the hair. And his very human scents. Especially where they're strongest. And his semen. Did I forget anything?
working title 'The Conference AU'
Rated E; from the Smut April prompts 'bed sharing' and '"Then do it already."' Academic colleagues Hob and Dream end up sharing a room at a conference. They thereby end up spending most of their time together and naturally sparks flare. Hob is trying not to rush things; Dream has other ideas.
working title 'Multiple Hob Fic'
Rated E; from the Smut April prompt 'Double Penetration'. Dream wants More while they're having sex and Hob, who's been practicing wielding the Dreaming, creates a double of himself. The original is 2022 Hob, as he consciously works to see himself in dreams nowadays; the double reverts to his default dream-self of 1389 Hob. Then Dream suggests cycling through his other centennial looks, so two by two Dream gets to have all the Hobs we see on screen. Dream will have a vulva for several of these turns and one of the Hobs probably will too. As a treat. Dream also does more sharing of memories and impressions and feelings from those meetings than he intended at the outset, and Hob treasures this openness.
working title 'Pretty Dolled-Up Dream'
Rated E; for the Smut April prompts 'jewelry', 'makeup', and 'finger fucking'. Dream dolls himself up in makeup and jewelry and Hob takes him apart with his fingers. Very basic so far but most of these smut prompts have elaborated on me as I go, so we'll see where this one winds up.
Tagging, no obligation @staroftheendless , @quillingwords, @littledreamling, @lenreli, @serenailith, @zalia, @esperata
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thoughts/ideas that ive had with the rise turtles under the cut (btw its kinda long and its just me rambling. youve been warned)
ive had 2 ideas for aus. One of them is like a splatoon au and the other one ive just titled “bad ending”. I’ll elaborate a bit more on that lower but first the splatoon stuff:
ok so the turtles might be octolings just because I want to stay more lore accurate so ig living in a sewer would be the splatoon equivalent of being an octoling before splatoon 2 (and octo dlc) events (but I really wanna just make designs for both species for all brothers anywayssss)
also new idea I literally had while typing this but what if eye masks were color of masks. so like raph having a red eye mask, mikey have a orange one, etc
ANYWAYS ive already decided (for now) what weapons each brother uses:
-raph uses a splatling, probably a hydra. or maybe tenta brella
-donnie uses a charger or a blaster (but most likely the charger.
-leo uses any splatana. I dont think he’d care which one in particular
-mikey will either use a slosher deco (since it has zipcaster) or an inkbrush.
uhhhh yea their ink would probably be different colors. maybe the ends of the hair would be tinted green though. or maybe during specials itd be the same colors for all of them. btw specials would be the same as using their ninpo
splinter would be like cuttlefish to the agents in regards to the turtles. so he’s not their biological father nor the same species but hes still a father figure. april would be an inkling
OH OH NEW THOUGHT. since in the show mikey would hide in his shell sometimes I think the splatoon equivalent of that would be going squid form (or in their case octopus form)
uhhh I havent watched the movie yet but I know a lot about it SO I guess that the equivalent of the krang in this universe would be like. mr grizz. I dont think itd be like a tartar type of infection because you can physically remove the krang from your body and once youre sanitized you cant remove it (unless its like an agent 3 thing) but personally I think an infection more like the fuzzy ooze would fit better because unlike getting sanitized it makes the victim feral WHICH has more similair behaviors to the krang than getting sanitized
OK NEXT IS THE “bad ending” au idea
again, havent watched the movie yet (trying to finish the tv show first, im on episode 14) but basically its an au where everything is bad and nothing is happy (<- could not for the LIFE of me figure out how to phrase it and ended up with this. sorry lol)
but uh ig to make it a bit more clear (man my grammar sure is something rn huh?) I wanted to make an au where the ending was already “set” but I could add things like backstories and lore sooo imma have fun with that once it happens >:D
ill have to watch the movie to flesh out the events a bit more but what I have right now is that casey was never able to find/warn the turtles in time of krang invasion and that ended up with each of the turtle brothers getting corrupted. AGAIN. I WILL WATCH THE MOVIE. AND READ LORE. sorry if this seems inaccurate to movie stuff (even though this au really only needs the lore from the very beginning of the movie)
a little spoiler for the au (because I kinda wanna make little comics or stories for them..) but raph got corrupted first, then mikey (but hes not technically “fully” corrupted), then donnie, and then leo. april and casey are both still alive but splinter is missing. not dead or anything but just missing
ANYWAYS. *claps hands together* HEADCANON TIME (also ideas that ive had to draw. you can use them too if you want just credit me mk)
once raph got flipped over on his shell and instead of helping leo used him like a beyblade. he was NOT happy
mikey has (on several occasions) drawn on his brothers shells when theyre asleep or not paying attention (for donnie he draws on the battle shell lol)
if mikey really wants their attention he'll scream really loudly
sometimes leo will put stuff in donnies coffee to make him sleep especially if donnie hasn't sleep in a while (cause donnies a stubborn bitch who thinks sleep isnt real)
raph once got so mad he broke an entire arcade game and then had to go get a new one (haha L)
all of them dont think they need therapy (they do)
sometimes when donnie talks for too long leo will just go "BREATHE."
final headcanons below because I wanted to separate them from the rest (what happens in arguments depending on the brothers arguing)
mikey barely argues with anyone but when he does argue (and is serious about it) he does NOT hold back
raph and donnie arguments are usually what its like to have arguments online (donnie tries to explain why hes right and raph just goes "nuh uh ur wrong and im right")
raph and leo arguments are much more common and heated than stated above. raph will usually raise his voice towards leo and then leo will just not care and try to make a joke out of it (that always turns out badly). sometimes they even cry lol
donnie and leo arguments are VERY physical. leo would say something and then when donnie says something back hed push or shove him and then that turns into a full blown fight
they always make up though :3
heres the end. you made it through this. congrats and thank u for reading my rambles about stuff. this will not be the last time btw. feel free to ask questions about any of this or use my headcanons for stuff (credit me though if ya do). thats it buh bye (this is all queued ill still probably be asleep by the time this posts lol)
#These have been stuck in my head all day#I NEED TO GET THEM OUT#rottmnt#splatoon#<- youll see once ya read it#save#bad ending au
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these are non GF related q’s, i apologize. but how do you come up w such expressive poses/faces and how do you draw hands? the way everything flows is just so impressive
NEVER be afraid to fuck a pretty boy up
These are just for reference since I doubt I'll be able to articulate exactly what I mean, but wrinkles do a lot for expressions. Like a shit ton. A few lines between the brow, a subtle mark on the corner of the mouth, and BOOM! Very expressive. It's also good to determine at what degree something should be expressed. You'll see that a few of my drawings are more cartoony than others. It's ok to veer from your usual style to emphasize a more comical situation, just know in advance how drastically it chances the mood.
I don't really have a method for "coming up with" expressions. I usually have an idea or two by the time I've got my next passion project scripted out. That being said, it's a lot of erasing and redrawing to get that mouth just right, or make sure those eyes are squinted the right amount. I read a lot of manga back in highschool; super good expressions if you know where to look. Shows like "The Amazing World of Gumball" are also chocked-full of awesome references, and there's no shame in using them!
Mouths do. Like. 70% of the work. Eyes do a fair 25% and added lines do the rest. Faces with dead eyes are not only going to appear robotic, but lifeless. Make sure they're focused on something, even something in the distance. It helps against any soulessness 😔🙏If they're supposed to be feeling something even mildly, their eyebrows show probably get involved. Don't be afraid of your perfect little guy looking "ugly" with a few extra wrinkles to his scowl, I promise they're good for him.
For poses, I usually map them out myself. I know how I want them to move and I make sure to change them up every few words so that the characters don't come off as stiff. I tend to talk with my hands, I move around a lot and I'm expressive throughout most- if not all- of my conversations, so when I've got an idea, I play out the course of a character's role (this requires a script, obviously) to decide both the crucial movements and how many I'll need to match pacing. Honestly, unless your poses need to be super elaborate and require something that you can't reproduce, I can't stress enough how much less of a hassle just. Doing it yourself is.
Hands are.
Um.
Dear, I have to be honest with you, I have no idea what advice to give you for those. I hate drawing hands and if I can ever avoid it, I do at all costs. 90% of my character hands are just scribbles that slightly suggest hands but are overall abstract. I understand the basic rules, if I'm really desperate I'll take a few photos of my own, but if you're needing advice on those young traveler, seek elsewhere.
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