No-reference Touhou MSPaint doodles return! This time, it's the cast of UFO!

Learned that Cassiel, the angel Castiel was based on, guards Saturn, so here are some headcanons that formed

-He and Agiel (the other seraph who guards Saturn) worked together to make it and its moons

-He’s also the guardian of one of the palaces of Heaven (unclear which one), so now in my headcanon each planet in the solar system has/is a gate to a subsection of Heaven.

-Castiel created the rings of Saturn by accident when he made a new moon too close to the planet and it got destroyed. Everyone thought they looked cool so they were allowed to stay

-The shepherd moons in the rings are like his zen garden

-He keeps making moons out of boredom and silent competition with whoever guards Jupiter. Moons Georg

-whatever the heck is going on with Janus and Epimetheus’ shared orbit was him putting them too close to each other and finding an unorthodox way of fixing it. The Virtues hate him for it. They draw straws whenever it’s time to make them turn around.

-His favourite moon is Enceladus and he likes to chill in the underground oceans when he wants alone time

-He hates Mimas because of the horrible screaming noise it makes. He and Dean watch Star Wars and when it gets to ‘that’s no moon’ he says ‘Ugh, why is Mimas in this’. Maybe it’s where they keep Zazel (demon of Saturn).

-Headcanon Agiel and Castiel are the angel equivalent of twins, but they have a yin-yang thing going on.

-Castiel is the goth one, being the angel of solitude and tears and also an angel of death.

-Agiel’s wings are different shades of silver

-As an intelligence angel, Agiel is a chatterbox and a major nerd. Unfortunately they also work for Naomi :(

-I am about to turn them into an OC

* ◟ : 〔   sarah snook  ,  cis woman  +  she/her 〕  ESTHER VAN CORTLANDT ,  some say you’re a  THIRTY-NINE YEAR OLD lost soul among the neon lights.  known for being both UNFALTERING and HIGH-STRUNG,  one can’t help but think of  MISS AMERICA by DAVID BYRNE when you walk by. are you still a CONSIGLIERE   / DIRECTOR  at  BURNING GODS   /   NEW YORK BALLET COMPANY, even with your reputation as the SHARK? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and graceful steps down marble floors, power echoing through the click-clack of her heels; the sound of her office door closing three times, every time; a dusty bible hidden in the back of a broom closet. inside it, revelation 3:14-17, underlined and highlighted, “you say, ‘i am rich; i have acquired wealth and do not need a thing.’ but you do not realize that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind and naked.”, although we can’t help but think of NINA SAYERS (black swan), MIMA KIRIGOE (perfect blue), LEDA CARUSO (the lost daughter) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

esther van cortlandt. a woman born suspended in a space between heaven and hell. the place you go to fester in the mistakes that rendered you a sinner in the first place, or to set yourself free. from the moment of conception, her reputation preceded her and her family as the heirs to some of the oldest money in new york city. crumbling railroads throughout the united states existed in their heyday under their control. while most of these tracks have long since been deemed unusable, the money made from these ventures had been enough to bring the world out of poverty twice over. this money exists today in the wallets of the last three living van cortlandts—abel, katerina, and esther. a father, an investor in oil, lithium, and silica. a mother, practically sold to the van cortlandts to benefit the reputation of her own family’s legacy. a daughter, bound to destroy it all one day.

the end always follows a beginning, an origin, a becoming. for esther, it started on the marley tile, in tears as she practiced her plies. by the time she could walk, her folks threw her into extra curriculars to see what would stick; gymnastics, piano, even chess. all of these bored the young girl. the only class that managed to hold her attention was ballet. as she grew older and the classes became more than daycare her parents could feel proud of, the more dedicated she became, all with the help of her mentor michèle. a tall, angular woman. so sharp she could draw blood. perfection was non-negotiable. this mentor acted more as a mother to esther than her actual mother had been, in the way that hamsters and rabbits eat their young. she saw a small seed of talent in her that she wanted to exploit or destroy—or, maybe, something in between the two. esther chooses not to think about it.

quicker than she had been able to register, her world began to revolve around dance. summer intensives, national competitions, the works. little room existed for her to revel in her youth when she had been preparing for her professional career from age eight. before high school, her time at home was spent either practicing technique or attending to schoolwork. all of her friends were forced to be just as cutthroat and anyone else who wasn’t didn’t interest her. by the time high school rolled around, she had been sent to a full-time ballet school in the heart of paris with michèle, where she further submerged herself into isolation for the sole purpose of perfection. and the closer she got, with every class, recital, show, and competition, the further she spiraled into this obsession. the thrill of winning was stronger than all of the abuse her body had to endure, and endure it did. through high school and university, everyday was the same. her body hurt with every step, her bones cracked and ached enough to stir her awake, but she didn’t listen—opting instead for dulling the pain with pills from her mentor’s medicine cabinet. she was sprinting for the finish line with the hope that it would free her, that it would act as proof of her discipline and commitment to excellence. what was her purpose, if not greatness? this question would stew and fester in her mind, michèle’s tack sharp tone narrating every thought. 

this behavior does not come without consequence. unbeknownst to her, this suffering would soon become biblical. she stepped on stage as prima ballerina for the first and last time at the paris opera ballet, where she had spent the first four years of her professional career. instead of the freedom she had dreamt up for herself, almost all of her time outside of the ballet was spent acting as caretaker for the aging michèle, who continued to mentor esther through the decline of her health. only weeks before she was set to debut as prima, michèle arrived at the emergency room unconscious. time she would’ve spent practicing was used for hospice transfers and funeral pre-arrangements. wracked with worry, the time spent at rehearsals proved to be less than fruitful. the focus she had worked so long to develop quickly diminished into a fraction of what it had once been, while the pressure to succeed mounted as opening night inched closer and  closer. the day it arrived, she relied on pure instinct until the very moment it failed her, one moment that lasted seconds would impact her for a lifetime. the doctors said something about slipped and fractured discs, untreated muscle tears, and a litany of vitamin deficiencies. everything that would cut this career she had wasted her youth developing short. michéle, just like her dreams of a legacy detached from the van cortlandt name, died as she recovered from from her injuries in a hospital.

not soon afterward, she moved back to manhattan to live in an apartment on her family’s dime. after healing from the worst of her injuries, her work shifted to teaching, simply because it was what had been expected of her. she trained dancers for dozens of performances but all of them blended together as she imagined herself on the stage. it was at one of these performances where she had met the man who would one day become her husband. strong, powerful, and secure—a day trader with a glint mischief in his eye. she didn’t learn about his position as the consigliere of the burning gods until they tied the knot. her allegiance with the gang was originally formed out of obligation. esther would come to realize that her husband was a bad man, a violent man, one who harmed indiscriminately and punished draconically. what bothered her the most, however, was his carelessness. his inability to tie loose ends. her concern with his behavior only heightened when she fell pregnant with their first child, a beautiful baby boy. she couldn’t bear the thought of having to watch her son grow up from the confines of a prison cell, rendered destitute with their name dragged through the mud.

while esther was seven months pregnant, whispers became plans, and those plans fell into action—her husband went “missing”. friends and family sent condolences while she mingled with her husbands colleagues at the burning gods, that little spark of dedication that she once felt with dancing firing again with a passion for leading and being at the helm of an organization with such notoriety. during the first few months of his disappearance, she was something of an interim consigliere. as time passed and hope of finding him dwindled, this position became more permanent. proving herself was something she had been doing all her life, and she was prepared to continue. it was all she knew how to do.

You know what the worst part of My Star is? The fact that the author didn’t even plan to kill Ai at first. But since the author didn’t know what to do about how she would draw too much attention away from the twins the author figured it would be much easier to just kill her off while giving the boy protagonist motivation. What they call fridging which is just the worst.

Y'know, the tragic tale of a teen idol losing her inocence and being forced to conceal her trauma to save face would've been leagues better than some male fantasy about some misanthropic dickhead with Oedipus' Complex seeking revenge and having his twin sister fall in love with him halfway through the story.

Like, can you just imagine if Hoshino Ai weren't so plastic? Can you imagine how being pregnant at 16 can really fuck up a girl's psyche? And being chased by a murderous maniac, to top it all off? And that's not even mentioning how DRACONIC the Asian Idol Industry is!

Can you imagine Ai-chan having severe emotional breakdowns, even considering to commit suicide to escape this Hell? But she can't. She has to power through for Aqua and Ruby, because despite the odds, she really loves and cares for the little ones.

Because honestly, you cannot tell me that she was all sunshine and rainbows after what she went through!! And you absolutely cannot tell me that her sparkly starry eyes are real!! They gotta be fancy contact lenses!! How am I supposed to take your tragedy seriously if you refuse to make your characters look and feel REAL?!

You see, here's the thing with Ai-chan, the narrative doesn't treat her like a spectrum, she's not nuanced. She is either perfect and pristine, or she is hiding a deep dark secret. Hoshino Ai is a binary, a caricature. She doesn't look or feel real.

Which it's the complete opposite of Satoshi Kon's Perfect Blue.

The MC was stuck in an industry with fans that'd treat her like a binary, some fancy doll for their entertainment. She was trapped in an environment that either wanted her to keep her perfect and pristine, or to have a deep dark secret to scandalize her audience about. And that was intentional by the narrative.

But I don't think anyone would care about it nowadays. I mean, Mima looks so realistic rather than moe-moe-kyun like Ai-chan is. No one wants real people anyway!

okay here's a list of things i am VERY much hoping will get animated for the series:

"thanks, motoharu" cut to flustered igarashi and "you do remember me . . ." I'M GOING TO GO SO FERAL. HELLO??? THE LOOK ON IGARASHI'S FACE??? MIMA LAUGHING FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER??

when shun gives souma the pep talk about holding his head high and being proud of his smile and we cut to souma on the fuckin train. . . god souma is going to look SO perfect i can't wait to see it!!

the mima and hayate bookstore scene it's just a full five minutes of hayate crushing on mima that's going to be SO funny

SHUN'S DOG DRAWING SHUN'S INCREDIBLY STUPID DOG DRAWING I AM SO EXCITED TO SEE IT ON SCREEN

"two hot iced coffees please"

mima and igarashi reuniting for the first time and igarashi messing with mima

when hayate enters the cafe for the first time literally when i read that part i could just FEEL the breeze hear the bells i KNEW something big was about to happen!!

my queen futami asami

shun being the absolute best boy and trying to catch ririka

THE AD. THE FUCKING. ADVERTISEMENT. FOR THE MOVIE ADAPTATION. JUST. THE LOOK ON IGARASHI'S FACE WHEN HE SAW IT.

uni uni uni uni uni uni

"are you a pyschic store employee :0000"

SHUN STABBING HIMSELF WITH THE PENCIL LMAO

on that note i can't WAIT to see akai, kida, and aoyama being the funniest little shits alongside him

"futami-senpai, this is class a - " "I KNEW THAT"

souta being so soft for souma

"would you like a shoehorn?" "yeah, i - wait, what?"

the bit with igarashi making a modern manga title out of nowhere that was SO on point oh my god the explosion of titles that are really just like that is UNBELIEVABLE

MIMA AND IGARASHI BACKSTORY MIMA AND IGARASHI BACKSTORY

"Takayuki looked at the three identical women. Their skin were ghastly pale, white as a corpse. Their coiffed, but disheveled black hair adds to the creepiness of their appearance, along with their blood-red lips and their dark eyeshadows. Their tattered black gowns, matching worn-out boots & dark-colored jewelries completed the whole ensemble. Overall they look like living, but broken antique dolls. Once loved, but now forgotten.

But it's not their appearance that sends chill down Takayuki's spine.

It's the knowledge that these women are very much alive, along with their malicious smiles and the malevolent gleam in their eyes.

The kind of smile & gleam that promise something foreboding & ominous will befall those who cross paths with them.

One of them steps closer to close the distance between them & Takayuki, while the other two let out cackles resembling the shriek of a banshee. The salaryman took a few steps back until his back hit a wall.

He's trapped.

He's the prey, and they are the predators.

Yet, no matter how many times he shouted, no voice came out from his throat. It's like they put a spell on him.

When one of them raised her hand, Takayuki's yell finally could be heard. And the next thing he knew, he opened his eyes...and found himself in his bedroom.

He had a nightmare.

He panted, his shirt drenched in sweat. With his current state, there was no way he could go back to sleep.

His phone screen lit-up, distracting him from his bad dream. He checked it to find some unread texts from Hayate-kun. One of them asked how was he doing.

Takayuki felt the corner of his lips turned slightly upwards. Maybe this night wouldn't be so scary after all."

Ok so when it's revealed that Mima doesn't handle horror very well, I got the sudden urge to write this & share it with you - super random, I know 😅😂🤣

oh...!! 😳 I was so surprised to open tumblr to this, thank you!! please don't feel bad, it might've been at random but it made me happy! I drew for cool doji danshi knowing full well it has nearly no fandom or other fanworks. If my drawings encouraged others to draw/write more for them or quelled someone's hunger for the ship then I feel like my work here is done 👐

Mima being encouraged by Hayate's messages is so cute 🥺 his own healer... he should go visit Hayate again maybe 🥰🥰

just a thing for the beautiful rot that is @respondedinkind

It had started out waking from a nightmare, the cold seeping into his bones causing him to pull on a threadbare long sleeve shirt, holding himself when the door opened. He hadn't meant to wake up his houseguest, hoped he wouldn't. Had this one been that bad? A blush of embarrassment tinged with frustration blooms along Logan's cheeks as he scoots toward the side of the bed but pauses when he takes a closer look in the dim room...at him.

There's something almost animalistic in how he moves, the way he's so silent. Those eyes devour him even in this moment of uncertainty, for they can't speak yet. Logan will still talk at him all day, but he doesn't feel like words are needed right now. Maybe in a minute, when he can find his voice, when his heart stops fluttering. It's in this moment Logan registers just how lonely he's been. Even with another warm body in the house, someone to share in the chores (quite on accident the blonde noticed one day), it just didn't really quell that feeling of wanting to have something more.

He's roused from his musings when the other draws ever nearer, and mismatched eyes find themselves glancing up into those ones so clear like glaciers, wondering at the hidden secrets just waiting to be thawed out. But touch will suffice: a hand cups Logan's cheek and the veteran inhales quietly, barely resisting leaning into it, that palm and those fingers. It's only now he's realized...just how long he's even wanted to simply be touched. But he has no time to think: those lips fall to his own and Logan's world stops. The kiss itself is sweet in nature, hesitant almost, but far too soon, it's done.

They remain in too close to even see one another, Logan's nose bumps his cheek and he makes a split second decision even if it might bite him later. A quick flick of the eyes upwards and it's all over, another kiss to those lips and this one is a little deeper, more tender but also...more hungry. A yearning so deep Logan trembles as each kiss ends and another begins, sending his world up in sparks. Even if this is dangerous...laying with an alien, a predator, potentially a killer...if the blonde has let his doom in from the bedroom door, then so be it.

He wouldn't take this back, not now. Not as they almost claw at one another, crawling further into the bed for a more comfortable tryst. Their eyes meet again and again in the transition: the blonde pinned to the bed beneath a body carved of marble. His silent guest is the one who descends for more kisses, how it starts out slow, timid, but now seems as if they create fire between them, the smoke dancing through their fingers and twisting through tousled strands of hair. Wandering hands rustle shirts and eventually slide beneath the cotton fabrics, little sighs escape when their lips have a moment to part before they're sealed again. This man knows what he's doing, rendering Logan breathless and deepening their kisses, making the veteran's mind go utterly blank in the moment.

Is it strange that Logan hopes to hear a muttered word on an alien tongue in the dark? Is it strange he yearns for this man even if he could end up killing him? In Logan's nightmares, the one from tonight...this shadow of a man crept in through the cracks of the Mimas station, but now that image is being torn apart by the way they seem to mesh in place: there is no space between them. Not that Logan would want any now, not when his hands slide up into that raven hair and tug ever so softly. Not when a blonde head leans back with a smack of their lips parting to expose his neck that mouth traces.

They come to level their eyes to one another's in the moonlight and simply stare a moment, the blonde trying to catch his breath, to right himself and not get lost in the throws of unexpected passion. But he bites his own bottom lip, leaning up for the gentle grace of their lips together to quell the racing of his heart. Even if he didn't understand what was happening and why it was coming to pass...he did know he didn't want it to stop anytime soon.

Mimas how do you draw so well on the white board thing???

I don't get it

;-;

I spend too much time on whiteboard okay- somedays I prefer it over Procreate 🤣🤣

do u assign a specific color to each of ur OCs or do u just draw them with whatever colors u have in mind?

this is!!! a good question!!!! (under the cut because i got kinda ramble-y)

most of them have assigned colours! though, depending on certain things, i might make them different colours. (example Sparkle is usually light purple, but if he’s in the same setting as someone like Lavender, i’ll make him a different colour.)

and then some of them have multiple colours assigned to them! Otto is red and pink, Mima is blue, black and purple, etc…

im also more strict on certain characters being certain colours! like, Cain is ALWAYS going to be the one specific shade of blue i assigned him, but im more willing to switch up other characters.

A friend of mine is playing through Gensou Wanderer and made a remark about how Patchouli sounds like a hamster when she coughs and this image crashed out of my brain like the Kool-Aid man through a wall

mukyu

Shitty concept art is shitty but I'm not gonna be drawing a ton of him most likely so you get what you get I’ve been reading L.egion of S.uperheroes so of course I made an OC for it, since the base lore is staggeringly simple. They have literally thousands of volunteer Legionnaires, kids from across the Galaxy who have signed up, so it’s pretty easy to say he’s one of these. Like most, he’s an alien, in his case from Saturn’s moon Mimas, and like most, he’s got a “Descriptor + Gender” codename, and, of course, his real name is an alien one---Alun Anim.I got “Alun” from an anagram of Luna, and Anim is both an anagram of Mani (Norse personification of the moon) and Nima (Persian name meaning moon) and I felt it fit in well with the general pattern of other Legionnaire names—S.alu Digby, T.inya Wazzo, Q.uerl Dox, T.hom Kallor, and so on. His power is that he can select any one single object or being and force it into orbit around himself, essentially trapping it/them and making it/them his own temporary moon for however long he maintains concentration. Like most Legionnaires, everyone from his world has his ability, but his is a little different than most. Most Mimites can use their ability on unlimited objects, so long as the mass of said objects doesn’t outweigh what they could physically carry. It’s basically like having extra arms. Alun can only do this with one object, but the mass is unlimited. Alun is much more chill than the other boys on the core team, and probably more nurturing than all the girls combined. He prefers female company platonically, but is also a frequent crusher too, having carried a torch for at least six of the main Legion ladies so far (Saturn Girl, Dream Girl, Princess Projectra, Shadow Lass, Phantom Girl, and Triplicate Girl) sometimes simultaneously so. Besides this, his other flaws include taking things like harsh tones or criticisms way too personally. He often sulks when this happens and thinks the offending party dislikes him, when more often it’s just the same training and commands everyone else gets. He also tends to over-rely on his power and is reluctant to fall back on physical combat, having a distaste for violence in general.

Idk if I'll draw anything for Mother's Day's... no time/energy and need to focus on others things

But the general idea of cute stuff between Mima and Ribbon is definitely on my mind today

TITLE: extra-love’s wishlist

WISHES: Hello! 

If possible, I'd love to art of Yuuka and Reimu in blue! 

(I love that their outfits already look similar, and then to top it off, their 2p pallets in PoFV match, too! Yuuka is such a trollolololol)

If possible, it would be even cooler if their outfits were warm and comfy/more suited for the cold weather! (NOT holiday-themed outfits though, please!)

If you can only draw one character, then just Yuuka is okay! (←absolute favorite <3) Mima is also a close second favorite for me ^^ (green-haired villains from the 90s go brrrrr)

PET PEEVES: I'm not a fan of when older characters are drawn looking like kids- I feel like it rarely happens on this side of the fanbase but I may as well mention it.

It's such a minor thing too, but also when artists forget that Yuuka has super cool red eyes.

ABILITIES: I draw and I LOVE PC-98! (←that second part isn't an ability but I'm more than willing to draw that for anyone who wants it ^^/)

WON’T DO: I'd rather not draw purely ship related stuff! Unless you're okay with two characters just being in the same frame together, I am simply Not Good at it LOL. Maybe someday I'll get better.

I also won't draw holiday themed outfits, it's a very stressful time of the year for me unfortunately, so I'd like to avoid it. ;v;

OH and I'm not great at drawing guys yet either. I figured that didn't matter much here of all places but I forgot about Mr. Rinnosuke </3 sorry queen

VOLUNTARY SANTA: Not this year, sorry! </3

POST-SCRIPTUM: (I reblog things @extra-love , but I post art @runninginthepc98s !)

Much thanks to the mods as always for this year as well!

”i’m the real thing.”

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defeatism wins today -_- girl help why cant i draw anymore 

started thinking about mimas and dia’s relationship and realized that its doomed from the start because mimas is so chronically responsible and so impossibly grudge-holdy and dia’s. dia.

and that isnt to say that she doesnt care about him or that its Just because of those things but those are probably the major points of contention between them and once she realizes what happened with lucifer.... grimacing emoji